cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

Snorting, Remi lets his gaze drift up toward Ronin's ceiling as he tries to imagine the look on Isla's face should the pair blame show tunes as the reason they needed more tranquillizers. Would she press them for the truth? Would she let it all go if only because no one looked injured? "Fuck sake." Remi chuckles under his breath, before lowering his eyes and rubbing absently at his neck. "Nope, all gone." He says of the mark on his neck, before eyeing Ronin's jaw. "Maybe she'd believe someone got a bit handsy with you, although..." Glancing down and splaying open one hand, the wendigo grimaces mischievously. "..big hands for a girl."

Doubtful that it would, Remi, who isn't planning on doing much sleeping (if any), is content to have Ronin's company for at least a little while longer. Sitting down a bit more comfortably on the chair this time, Remi looks less like a robot and more like someone nervously waiting in a doctor's office. Progress. "Why do they work for this man when he is clearly an idiot?" The wendigo wonders, peering at Michael Scott as he holds up his World's Best Boss mug. "And why would anyone want to sell paper?"

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!