"Okay, Swamp Rat, ah guess we should start with a list of people who would want...well, what do they want? They could've killed ya, but didn't, and who
were they aimin for earlier? Me or you?" Rogue asked tossing her suitcase on the bed. She'd unpack it later, right now, the fact someone had shot at her was
enough to make her not care if her clothing was wrinkled or not.
"I, I don't know," Remy admitted. "Lots of femmes want Remy dead, mais you have a point. Why not kill moi an leave her, she was innocent." Remy shook
his head looking up at Rogue through tear tinted eyes. Rogue felt her heart melt slightly, he looked so sad, so lost. Without even realizing it, she was next
to him, hugging him, letting him bury his face into the shoulder of her jacket.
"We're gonna find who did this, ah promise," she whispered running a gloved hand through his hair. She knew better than to make promises she wasn't
sure she could keep, but at the same time, this promise, she'd keep it. Her and Remy had made a decent team while in school, so they should make an
even better team with a motive behind them.
"You smell like strawberries," Remy whispered lifting his head and looking into Rogue's eyes. Rogue looked down before Remy could see the faint blush
spreading across her cheeks.
"It's jus my shampoo," she muttered. Remy nodded but couldn't help but wonder when Rogue had started using strawberry shampoo, she'd practically
sworn she'd only ever use that melon stuff that reminded Remy of Easter in some way. "Um, back ta figurin this out, now that we're done talkin bout my
hair," she added shaking off the blush and looking back up at Remy.
"Oui, Remy has a lotta enemies, but Kathy had none, and you?"
"None, well, less we're countin like Magneto an Mystique. So, what do ah an Kathy have in common?" Remy tilted his head, his black and red eyes
looking thoughtful. He wasn't about to say the first thing that popped into mind, that both Rogue and Kathy were beautiful, and that he loved them both.
Non, he couldn't love Rogue, not now. He pushed that though aside. There had to be some other connection.
"You're both mutants?" he finally suggested knowing how lame that sounded.
"Let's see, Kathy was a speedster, right?"
"Oui. A speedster."
"So, other than both bein female mutants, what else do we have in common?" Rogue sighed her head beginning to hurt a little. None of this was making
much sense, there were still so many pieces of this puzzle missing. Remy watched Rogue. She was tired, looked to be stressed out, but what could he do.
It was somehow his fault she was in this mess. If he hadn't gone to the mansion, she'd still be safe at home.