[Gambit ignores that pass made and instead picks up his journal and tosses it over towards the idiot sitting in his bed. It's a small wonder he doesn't charge it before throwing it. He's honestly a little surprised with himself that he doesn't.]

You got one'a these too, somewhere 'round here. Got all the answers you need. [After a beat of considering telling him to get the hell out again, he instead shakes his head and goes to grab a pair of pants. Shirt is optional, he's just. Getting out of here.] Hate to burst your bubble, ami, but you ain't got a partner for anythin'.