As close as you can get

“What’re ya doin’ out here at this hour, Gambit? Skulkin’ around like a swamp rat and drinkin’ yourself stupid?”“Somet’in’ like dat,” he says, then, “Gambit gonna have a hard time sleepin’ ‘til he get adjusted. Can’t trust no new faces out on the bayou—nor in most places. Drinkin’ help.”His deep red coronas reflect in the moonlight. She thinks of a pool of cold, unmoving blood.He says, just as coldly, “Gambit got a feelin’ you understand him.”

or, Rogue and Gambit have a midnight chat.