"Uh, 'scuse me mate, could you tell me where I've ended up? My vehicle's a bit dodgy at the moment…"
The man stood scratching the back of his head addressing the armoured figure dressed in a long coat not unlike his own.
"Yur in New Orleans, Monsieur. A rather dangerous part of town." the man said in a thick Cajun accent.

This comment made the other smile, his hands sinking into the pockets of his clue suit; "Oh, that's alright, I'm used to danger."
He paused "I'm the Doctor, by the way."
The Cajun studied him carefully; "Remy LeBeau. Sometimes called Gambit. I've got another identity yu see Doctur, as a sort of superhero."
The Doctor nodded slowly; "Yeah, I'm used to different identities. Sometimes I'm called Smith, John Smith, that's when I'm trying to be human. You see, I'm sort of alien."

There was an awkward pause between the two 'sort of' men.
"Better be off then" said the Doctor, gesturing behind him.
"Did yu say there was some'n wrong with yur wheels Doc'?" Remy interjected.
"Well… possibly yeah."
The mutant smiled and took a playing card out of his pocket, showing the Time Lord what he could do; "Perhaps I could be of some assistance?"