Remy eyes that curtsey and chuckles, not unkindly. He looks from Steph to the men and then shrugs as though he doesn’t really care one way or the other. When she says the word “police,” he actually laughs out loud.

“Those fools don’t what their doin’, darling.” He’s had a few bad run-ins. Gotten shot once or twice, which didn’t exactly do a lot to ingratiate the local police force to him. So much for Transport solidarity.