John can try to light Remy on fire if he wants - hell, he's already got a lit cigarette right in his face - but that won't really be helpful to anybody. And it'd be totally rude to the bartender, who apparently did not even card him.

"I have, at best, a vague idea of who you might be." This is going somewhere great, surely. "My best guess is Allerdyce, but that guy was a yellow jumpsuit wearing Australian jackass working under Mystique's unit, not the old man's, and seeing as you ain't Australian or carrying a tank of rocket fuel on your back like a lunatic, you're either not him or you seriously lucked out in the universe straw drawing and got away with a few more braincells."

"But-" more gesturing- "I am pretty well versed in this dimension hopping crap and I am not hugely bothered if we don't match up, because shit happens. So far I got three different realities pinned down, at least, of folks from ones like ours. It may sound crazy now, but... you'll get used to it. 'Specially if Xavier hasn't bit it in yours."