|[Interior of an airplane. Remy reads a magazine. Ororo crumbles a piece of paper.]
Remy: Your claustrophobia kicking’ in, Stormy?
Ororo: It’s manageable, Remy.
Remy: You coulda’ flown to Scotland by y’self faster’n this tub.
Ororo: I had hoped the time would give us a chance to … reconnect.
Remy: Yeah? Outta all the X-Men, always did have the most in common wit’ you, ever since we first met. ‘Course, at th’ time, you’d been changed into a thirteen-year-old. Sort of put us on an even level, maturity-wise. Playin’ Robin Hood along th’ Gulf Coast was fun.… You were fun.
Ororo: I certainly was a different person then, but not better, I think. Robbing from the rich to give to the poor led to our rationalizing the inherent wrongness of our actions. Remember the Picasso heist at the Safilios mansion?
Remy: Cuban expatriate promisin’ t’boat people over to the States in exchange for their valuables?
Flight Attendent: We’re about to land, sir. Do you need help fastening your seat belt?
Remy: [putting on his sunglasses] Need … or want?
Ororo: I’ll finish my story … after we land.
Remy: Sure, that claustrophobia’s manageable …
[Remy has agreed to let world-renowned geneticist Doctor Moira MacTaggert study his new ability to create time-delayed charges. Remy mentions the green energy succubus inside him as a possible cause of his new ability, but Moira doesn’t take him seriously. During dinner, Remy asks Ororo to continue her story.]
Ororo: Ah, when Remy and I first met, he took me on a sight-seeing tour of all the best mansions along the Gulf Coast … where we proceeded to “redistribute the wealth.” One of our hits was a Cuban smuggler, Umberto Safilios. After we robbed him, he hired the Assassin’s Guild
Remy: I didn’ know that. My family’s rivals were lookin’ for us?
Ororo: Not exactly. They looked for the people I had led Safilios to believe had robbed him.
Remy: You painted a pointer? Scamp! Towards who? [The lights go out.] Hmmm, talk about a dramatic pause. Hey Doc, you forget t’pay your electric bill?