Rogue has never quite appreciated what it means to be a thief. Not petty criminal or pickpocket, but Thief. Remy's background has always been a shadowy past with very real specters to haunt them, but she never understood the resources, training, and contacts that went with it.

"They'll love y'," he reassures her on the drive down.

But somehow his words do not reassure her. Not when she's standing on the doorstep of an old-style mansion of an old-world family with more wealth than Xavier and from much more shady dealings. But Remy...

He fits within this world. He's home.