"Vas Cap'io." Sorry, Bones, the accent might hinder you actually finding out the real name of the place you would be trapped at for, oh, the next hundred years or so. But someone, eventually, correct him. Maybe not.
But he wouldn't have a lot of time to ask, once he got into the Gym, there was plenty of work to be done there. And when the pair arrived, Gambit rocked up some onto his toes and watched as the other man headed inside.
"Goo' luck, McCoy." The mutant gave a short wave, before flashing him a grin and shaking his head, pulling that Journal out once again to look down at it. Now where in the Hell was his damn cake? The Cajun would be wandering away before the Doctor got to give his proper Good-bye. But it didn't matter, they'd see each other again, soon enough.