<div class="floatleft">(https://i.annihil.us/u/prod/marvel//universe3zx/images/3/33/Gambit442.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Remy LeBeau (Gambit)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>(14:15 PM), May 18th 2018<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Central LA Underground, SHIELD base<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Brown trench coat, Black leather pants, armored vest, leather boots, fingerless gloves<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Daisy Johnson (Quake), Inferno, Morbius, Emma Frost, She Hulk<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Remy wasn't familiar with everyone here. Honestly, the only one he'd had any real interaction with was Emma Frost, and that was in the past. She'd really taken a step off diving board after what happened to Scott. Not that Remy could blame her, not in the least. He just hoped she'd be able to come back from it, when all was said and done.<br/><br/>Agent Johnson, or Daisy, was someone who had made a decent name for herself. The stories of Quake were getting around, and Remy liked what he saw in her. She had a real 'go get 'em' attitude that made him think of his early days with the X-Men. He smiled at that as his eyes panned around, landing on Morbius. The smile faltered some.<br/><br/>By all accounts Michael Morbius was a vampire. Remy wasn't sure he bought it, but he'd seen enough to not want to put money on that bet. Either way, the man was someone to watch out for, and someone you wanted on your side. The fact that he was here, and not making noise like he wanted to run, was a good sign.<br/><br/>When She-Hulk spoke, Gambit's eyes turned to her. She definitely lived up to that name, but Remy didn't make any attempt to hide that he still liked what he saw, green or not. He looked her up slowly until their eyes met. When she stared at him he didn't flinch, licking his lips slowly and nodding to her words.<br/><br/><br/>"Teamwork it is then, chere. I'll keep sticking my neck out to help, and you don't break it. We have a deal, no?"<br/><br/>He chuckled softly and slipped a quarter out of his pocket, idly balancing the quarter along his knuckles back and forth. His eyes didn't quite lift all the way as he spoke up again.<br/><br/>"So, what is it S.H.I.E.L.D. wants us to do?"