<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/0cab045af8d60abf82d971b9034e2860/tumblr_o2g8bi5oVw1tq8xp2o5_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Remy LeBeau | Gambit<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hallway<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 13th, afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Damn speedster! Damn--oooh, that's a pretty girl.<br/><hr/><br/>Gambit didn't pay the girl's protests much heed. As she scuttled around on her knees picking up her belongings, he did as well, simply listening to her as she tried to brush him off. Somehow he doubted it would be as simple as a sore ankle. That seemed to have been quite the tumble she had taken. And in those heels, the odds of a sprain were quite high. he'd saved many a young woman from similar tumbles, of course, in past escapades of sweeping them off of their feet. A catch, a bit of a dip, a charming smile and inquiry if they were alright...Few better ways to break the ice in a club.<br/><br/>Sadly, this wasn't a club, and he should probably refrain on unleashing his charms on this flustered young woman. The blush on her cheeks didn't help her case much either. She was definitely a young one, probably not used to the charms of another. He wondered if the scars were part of the reason for that.<br/><br/>"Nonsense," he chuckled, and winked at her, "Can't leave<em>mon chérie</em><br/>to struggle alone..." As she gathered the last of her things, he handed over to her the items he had grabbed. When she shifted to sit against the wall, his eyes flicked to the ankle in question. That...probably should be looked at in the infirmary. "Ah, the kid? Just for being...well, a kid. Causing trouble, thinking he be all that and ace in and of himself...Apparently he forgets I can find out which room he's in."<br/><br/>Nodding at her ankle then, as she loosened her heel, he hummed.<br/><br/>"Mind if I take a look at that? Promise, I'll be gentle...But that don' look like no simple soreness to me..."