"Well. My real tools are in de care of de corporate overlords, though I doubt dey know what dey have." They'd have to be bothered to go through all the pockets in the trenchcoat to figure out what all was in there. And Remy isn't telling them. "Still. Locks like dese? Good place to start learnin'. Don' even need de right tools for it."

While he's not going to go out of his way to let the higher ups know what sort of skills he has, he has no problem letting at least a few of the other new hires know.

More because he's still sneaky enough to get away with it even IF somebody blabbed.

He straightens, making a thoughtful sound at that. "Believe me, petite. Mutant abilities? Dey make scientific plausibility cry on de regular. Still, if dere are a lot like you? Den magic is more likely."