Remy grinned as she took the fight to the gator, as much out of his own enjoyment as anything else. He was particularly smug about the idea that she clearly enjoyed how much of a showoff he was, and she wouldn't trade it for the world, even if she also wouldn't admit it in front of God and everybody. Or well, she did, but it didn't seem to matter much that he was still around after everything, not from what he'd heard.

Still, there was no one else in the Quarantine, or the world really, that he felt safer with. The problem there was he didn't completely trust her either. People wondered why he kept himself marginally cut off from everyone else.

That. That was a big part of it. It seemed a toad going after Rogue from behind as she dealt with the big guy decided it was time for Remy to stop musing and get back in the fight. He'd grown up both in a swamp and just outside one, and after all this time, getting dirty was still one of his favorite things. Flooded city streets weren't exactly mud-soaked bayous, but he'd adapted his techniques over the years.

Vaulting up with his bo-staff to a better vantage point, projectiles already charged and aimed helped. That big toady never knew what hit it. "Nice work wit' that gator, chere. You done this before, eh?"