The sound of something coming towards him makes his hair stand up on end. It sounds like high heels, water dripping slowly and hoofs clopping heavily towards him all at the same time and makes him want to bolt like a rabbit at the scent of a predator. But he's a thief. Thieves never give the upper hand if they can help it. He swipes a card from the deck on his hip and charges it gently, the paper glowing faintly as he blocks the light from the causeway with his body - that was something he had to learn on his own.

He's waiting....for something. Laughter maybe? That off-tune chime of glass tinkling against itself that he's come to associate with bad things.

It's only when Rogue speaks that the fear dissipates and with it, a breath he'd been holding bellows out of his lungs and he slumps against the wall.

"Oh mon dieu."

Happy to hear her more than anything else, Remy rounds the corner and shakes his head at her.

"Rogue, didn' y' ever learn dat sneakin' up on people is a bad idea?"

Just to show her, he brandishes the glowing card between his fingers before sucking the energy back into himself. He'll be feeling a mite hyper for a while.

"Mighta messed dat pretty face o'yours right up."