Gambit sauntered into the makeshift hideout after Blade and Elektra entered. The air hung heavy with the scent of sweat and something metallic - blood, maybe. Wolverine and Deadpool seemed to have had quite the fight, judging by the state of their torn clothing and the scattered debris across the floor. "Are ya serious?! Dat man is drinkin’ my stash!" he muttered under his breath, noticing Wolverine helping himself to his alcohol supply. Before he could say something to the infamous mutant with adamantium claws, someone else caught his attention.

A woman he didn't recognize stood apart from the others, her posture tense as if ready to flee at any moment. The dim lighting cast shadows across her features, but he could still make out enough to recognize her beauty - striking enough to make him forget about his stolen drinks entirely. She must be a mutant too if the TVA got ahold of her, Gambit thought, noting how she subtly scanned the room, taking in every detail while avoiding direct eye contact.

"Looks like Remy missed quite de party," Gambit drawled, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips as he leaned casually against the wall. The wood creaked slightly under his weight. His eyes lingered on her, appreciating the way her clothing fit her curves and how she tried to hide a small smile when she thought no one was looking. Pushing off the wall, his boots made a soft scuffing sound against the concrete floor as he sauntered toward her. "De name's Gambit, chère, but you can call me whatever you like." He reached out, his gloved hand gently taking hers and bringing it to his lips for a slow kiss, never breaking eye contact. "And who might you be, ma belle? Gambit's always eager to make de acquaintance of a fellow mutant, 'specially one as enchantin' as you."