<div class="floatleft">(http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20070205194061/marveldatabase/images/thumb/7/74/Gambit_16.jpg/200px-Gambit_16.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Remy LeBeau aka Gambit<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Wandering the Courts<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Brown trench coat, midnight blue armoring<br/><hr/>Remy reaches out to accept the plate of sandwiches and glass of lemonade proffered by Ororo. He takes a drink of the cool liquid, feeling its refreshing chill coat his parched throat before taking a bite from one of the sandwiches. He is grateful for the sustenance as he normally does not eat regularly; a forced habit picked up from his thieving days to eat whenever you can rather than on any type of schedule or routine. The sandwich is quite the pleasant experience, having a respectable balance in textures and flavors. The bread is not too dense or dries out the mouth. The meats have just the right pungency and taste like they should. The toppings are fresh and crunchy with just a hint of bitterness to offset some of the sweetness from the other toppings. He eats in silence, drinking the lemonade only to cleanse his palette, as he listens to Ororo ask about his and Bobby’s opinions on Laura, the daughter/clone of Logan. His blackened eyes close for a moment as he tries to recollect any memories he has of the beastly woman aside from common hearsay.<br/><br/>“Though I do not know Laura personally, it is my understanding she is exponentially more volatile and aggressive than Logan. I would rather see her removed from the grounds before she becomes more of a threat. Should Laura lose control the only person who could stop her is Anna Marie,” Remy comments through his heavy Cajun accent and between mouthfuls of food. The last bite was hard to swallow as he had spoken Anna’s name aloud. As though a knife had pierced his breast anew, Remy visibly winces. A sudden image of Laura squaring off with Anna in a fight to the death flashes in the Cajun’s mind’s eye. He could not bear to see his beloved ex-lover fall at the hands of such a bestial creature, and the thought of Piotr being the one to lay her to rest is almost more than what Remy could stomach. The man finishes the plate of sandwiches he was offered as well as the remainder of the lemonade and then takes the dishes to the sink to be washed. He looks across the room to the others before sighing heavily as a means to diffuse any sudden tension.<br/><br/>“<em>Ma ami</em>, we are having troubles with funding, no?” he asks Ororo directly. The seriousness in his expression would be enough to convey to the woman he is aware of the situation and should not be lied to or trifled with. “I could..provide assistance if it were required..”