Remy was hard-pressed to keep a more genuine smile from teasing his lips at her response. They'd had their ups and down, he and his Anna, his world's Anna he should think, but no matter what had come between them, she still held a special place in his thoughts, his heart. Soulmates, he thought still, even after all this time. They had a connection, twisted and tarnished but undeniable, and she, this Rogue, knew him.

In his trade, reading people was a staple, though getting a read on Rogue had never been easy. She was fond of him, though, he could tell that much, but there was a sadness in her voice and he found himself wondering what might have happened to his otherworld counterpart. A cafeteria in a new world wasn't the place to ask, though, and he filed the questions welling in his mind away for closer inspection later.

"I reckon we ain't so far from home, eh?" It was a stretch, there was no real way of knowing how much this Rogue knew of him, but that sadness rapped at his mind's door. They were close, then, but how long ago? "Relatively speakin', course."