Illyana watched him move carefully. He didn't seem like he wanted a fight, now that his stance had changed, but he could still be dangerous.
"Gambit," she echoed. "Sounds like a code-name to me. You know my actual name, so don't I get the pleasure of knowing yours?" She held her ground as he took a couple of steps toward her. Illyana Rasputin did not back down from confrontation.
She lifted an eyebrow, keeping her eyes locked on his. "Why's that good? Should I know you? Not Hellfire or anything like that, are you?" Because if he was associated with her enemies, then fellow prisoner or not, he was going down, and going down hard.