Still no answer. Well, unless you counted a faltering smile and a waltzing glance a response. Up and down more times than a yo-yo that Cajun's smile came and went and the Doctor wasn't sure at some points if it was coming or going, well that is until it was actually gone. Then trickled away the red eyes, left, right, down. Right, left, down. Then the Cajun frowned. Then he forwned more deeply. And then he became blank. He'd adopted that totally hard poker face. The Doctor knew why he was wearing his mask, what was Gambit's excuse?
The Doctor thought about it carefully, putting the sign down and closing the gap between he and the mutant. "Stop for a moment and answer the question," he asked, the sharpness in his voice gone as his hand came up to the Cajun's bicep. He wasn't batting you around now, Cajun, he was genuinely worried. You could see that, couldn't you?