"Well...." Rogue faltered; how did one exactly define normal? The news did, the majority did, the common opinion of the citizens did..... even if popular opinion could be wrong..... "It.... I don't think I could use these for the better." She looked at her hands, a mite forlornly; hurting people like this just by touching them didn't seem like a way to make anything better. Just cause more anger and fear and pain....

She looked up at Larxene again. "How do you use y-yours for the better?" If she even did; as scary as phasing through things seemed like it could be, it also seemed like something actually useful, something you really could help people with.... Larxene was lucky in comparison, even if she was a mutant too. She had a way to redeem her existence.