Remy was no stranger to alternate worlds, dimensions, timelines. He'd been to at least one where no one knew his name, and another where his alternate self had ended things pretty succinctly. It served to reason this place was just a new brand of weird, and he didn't find it too surprising he'd run into Anna here.

Of course, one look at her told the Cajun this wasn't his Anna. That was rich. "His Anna." Anna hadn't been his in years, if he was honest with himself, if she ever really had been in the first place. It was one of the things he'd always liked about her. Rogue never really belonged to anybody. 'Course, all that wasn't going to stop him from being friendly.

He smiled his charming smile as he moved beside her, blinking eyes that clearly marked him as a fellow mutant curiously.

"Bonjour, chere. Havin' trouble choosin', or just wonderin' why it's normal ta have a diner in a bunker?"