Remy was watching Ken. He had been in the Brotherhood long enough to notice when another member was going to crack. He'd seen, first hand, mutations that got out of control. He knew Kevin had too.
He also thought that Jean-Paul was too big for his britches. The kid had a lot to learn around here, including respect for fellow mutants. Remy knew how to handle disrespectful attitudes in the Thieves Guild, but that probably wouldn't fly around here. Plus, there weren't any decent gator-inhabited swamps in Connecticut.
If JP was as calm and collected as his flippant demeanor suggested, then he'd be better off shaking in his boots right now. His social skills needed a good crack in the jaw.
"Y'know what, Kevin?" he said at last. Remy left his position by the countertop to stride over to the fridge. He opened the door and removed a beer from one of the cases he just brought in. "I don't think our little friend here is gonna listen." The cap on the bottle popped off with a quiet hiss. "He's just a little too high and mighty to consider anyone else. He gonna go through life eatin' expired ice cream soup because he don' know how to go out and get his own food. He just gonna take things that ain't his."
Remy took a swig of his beer.
ooc: Next person - start a new line to stop the squishies!