"Nah, not really. Mostly it was just Kibitoshin freaking out. I don't know the guy too well, but that seems to be his thing." That it was also one of Remy's things was something he decided to leave out for the time being. Rats had good reason to run: most danger for him, in his life, had been mortal danger. Even at the Institute, it was mortal danger, but he didn't think it was quite as bad as things could get at home. That night in the Sun Room wasn't the first time someone had shot at him or his friends, and nobody had put him or anyone else he knew of in a jar and tried to drown them.

... Yet.

If the things in the video store were movies, like the ones that ran on the old lady's TV sometimes when she wasn't watching cooking shows, then it seemed like someone had found one that interested him. Not Remy, though. Spearing another piece of sausage with the fork that he held a little bit clumsily, he jerked his head over at Scarecrow. "I think he found a movie he liked."