[Eventually, either an accident would have happened, or someone would have announced themselves. Magneto is certainly high on her list of mutants who would do something like that.

He explains and she listens intently, her heart feeling as though it's catching higher and higher into her throat with each admittance. It's the last fact, the knowledge of her mutation, that pulls the proverbial trigger. She exhales the breath she's been holding, her jaw tightening as her gaze shifts away from him and down to her hands as if they had betrayed her.]

You tell me. Would you risk a coma, or worse for somethin' like a kiss? A simple touch? [Her hands grip into fists, that familiar frustration rolling through her as she clenches her fists. Apparently, she's hitting a tipping point of sorts.] Much less anythin' more.

[Rogue's fiery green eyes shift up and back to Arthur's.]

Ah've managed to bring mahself to a personal hell and bring a bomb to a party.