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

That Isla's voice trails off is something the wendigo finds immediately frustrating, if only because it wasn't the sort of thing he ever (until recently) had to struggle with. Straining to hear the doctor as her voice dimmed and as the various things he eyes landed on distracted him, it was with somewhat of a start that he flinched back into focus. Come here, absolutely feels like the sort of cheesy line followed by, just let me slip into something more comfortable, and though he knows this isn't true (hopes, of course, but knows just the same), the wendigo still has to give himself a mental shake before stepping further into Isla's apartment properly.

All but gaping at the view, all thoughts of Isla in a red lacy number disappear (well, mostly), as he gazes open-mouthed down at the city. Almost too distracted to understand what she's saying, Remi looks at her, looks back, and then looks again, a little like when you check your watch for the time but don't actually read it. "I suppose that makes sense." He agrees, before looking back to where she was pointing.

"That is a surprise." Remi says with a slow smile that halts and grows a touch nervous as he thinks of something. Turning to face Isla properly, the wendigo pulls in a deep breath, before looking rather awkwardly down at his hands for just a moment. "In the interest of...well, our professional..ah..." relationship wasn't really the right word when one of you was kept in a cage. "..our working conditions, do we need to act as if this really is an experiment, out there?"

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!