His big brother hadn't called him Gambit for nothing; Remy liked games. The Rec room seemed like a logical choice to check out, before he started looking into all those places the big wigs said he couldn't go, but he came up short as he entered, seeing that fiery red hair, that distinctive white wisp. He blinked. Anna hadn't teased her hair like that in years, and she hadn't worn that uniform in years, either, not since they were on Blue Team together.

Merde. This was going to be ugly...depending on how she felt about him, anyway. He ran a hand back through his hair, doing little to take the messiness of it and only serving to make himself look more roguish in his own right, before he slapped a charming smile on his face and spoke up.

"Well, now. Ain't dis a sight for sore eyes?"