Arrival In Cuyo

[Gambit]

Remy parked the jeep a quarter mile out of town and pocketed the keys before stepping into the hot afternoon. "Chere, how 'bout yah do deh talkin' an' I fine' some refreshments?" He suggested while wishing he'd had the sense to grab his sunglasses and other things from the army base.

After all his years of traveling the Cajun was fairly sure he could said 'devil' in four languages. The eyes came in handy, and while Rogue might have proclaimed them creepy he was rather fond of the look. Devil was now frequently replaced with 'mutant' or 'freak', but he could practically hear some of the younger children shouting 'diablo' or 'demônio.' It wasn't a childs fault their parents tried to hide them from things as simple as mutants, and sometimes it made for a good story afterwards.

[Rogue]

Rogue shrugged nonchalantly as Remy suggested she talk and he get drinks. "That's fine...d'ya wanna split up for a bit ahn meet somewhere later?"

She figured Remy wanted to lay low rather than scare people off with his eyes. She couldn't blame him. Humans weren't necessarily known for staying calm in the presence of mutants...she was lucky that she could still pass for a human, although only by a slim margin.

Of course, the other problem was that Rogue wasn't quite sure where everything lay in Cuyo...though all she really needed and wanted to look for was a big mansion in hopes of recognizing the maid she was looking for.

"Well, whatever ya want, Swamp Rat...it's your call."