The Cajun wiped at his mouth again for good measure, but was shaking his head when she said that she was going to get him to safety. "You kiddin', Chere? I jus' run into 'dat buil'in', almos' die tryin' to save your ass, an' you offerin' to make sure I get somewhere safe? Was gon' take you to 'de Gym, where 'dey got 'de hurt people. But you seem to be doin' better than I am." He flashed her an easy grin, then wiped once again at his mouth, before finally lowering his hand.
"Come to t'ink of it, you ain' even offer me a kiss, in return. Maybe I take you up on 'dat ano'ter day, 'dough, non?" Seeing as how he'd just thrown up. But she did get a playful wink, anyway. He was still trying to figure out what the Hell was going on with her. And after a few more coughs, he was making a gesture with his hand. "I'm Gambit, by 'de way. Nice t'meet you. An' if you ain' human no more, wha' are you?" Everything was telling him 'zombie', but if she wasn't (and since she wasn't eating his brain, he assumed she wasn't), then it would surely be an insult, and he didn't want a pissed off zombie-looking-girl gnawing on his head because she was pissed off.
And if she thought Gambit was a good, kind person, she was sorely mistaken. He was as close to being a 'bad guy' as you could get without actually being one. Remy mostly did things just to amuse himself, or to get something he needed. No. Kind and good were not words that described him. He'd gone in there because she was a female voice and he thought she'd be pretty. He wasn't wrong, and the smile on his face said as much. He still felt light-headed, but better now that he'd emptied his mostly empty stomach.