“Remy,” he says, even if she probably already knows that. He shakes her offered hand, then adds an addendum, “When I’m not goin’ by Gambit, that is.”

That was how he’d introduced himself the first time, wasn’t it? Back home, the two were usually interchangeable. The people who know him best refer to him as both, either. It doesn’t matter. But here how he introduces himself suddenly has a strange kind of weight. He’s Remy, more often than Gambit. There’s a responsibility, a personal stake, that comes with that. He doesn’t really like it.