[Any comment regarding the ale was cut short as Rogue brought up the situation. Dropping his face into his hands, Remy vigorously rubbed his palms against his face and sighed.] Rather just get drunk 'nd let future me worry 'bout it. [But that wasn't a smart move.]

Ok, give me the basics, worry 'bout rest later. Got aliens, half-assed powers, prisoners of this place. What else?