"I'm.... Rogue. My name's Rogue." Rogue offered a hesitant smile back, doing her best to swallow her nervousness; she had found someone nice, after all, and she didn't want to snub her, even if the pseudonym she had adopted still didn't sit well on her tongue. It hadn't been long enough to feel natural yet; it wasn't that long ago when she'd been happy to be just Marie....
Still, the question made her blood run cold; it looked as though she wanted to disappear entirely into the trenchcoat trying to swallow her up. "It--I--" I didn't mean to. I didn't want to do it. I didn't try to do anything. It's not my fault. I don't know what I did. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know what's wrong with me..... How was she supposed to explain when she didn't know what was going on herself? Was she really not in trouble for this? "I-I don't know. It's my.... m-mutation...." She didn't know much more than that, really. Just as much as the average citizen--that mutants were potentially dangerous, neither liked nor trusted, and could be anyone. Seem affiliated at your own risk.
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Still, the question made her blood run cold; it looked as though she wanted to disappear entirely into the trenchcoat trying to swallow her up. "It--I--" I didn't mean to. I didn't want to do it. I didn't try to do anything. It's not my fault. I don't know what I did. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know what's wrong with me..... How was she supposed to explain when she didn't know what was going on herself? Was she really not in trouble for this? "I-I don't know. It's my.... m-mutation...." She didn't know much more than that, really. Just as much as the average citizen--that mutants were potentially dangerous, neither liked nor trusted, and could be anyone. Seem affiliated at your own risk.