[There's nothing he can say to change the status quo of either her mutation or the situation. Worse, she's allowed herself to become a lab rat on top of literally creating her own personal hell.

Good job Anna. Way to save the multiverse and be the damn hero.

Rogue herself doesn't know what to do beyond perhaps rip this particular door from its hinges and throw a tantrum, but that will likely do more harm than good. His voice brings her out of her downward spiraling thoughts and she finds herself inhaling deeply.]

Maybe not, but ah'm still here without much of a plan on what ah'm going to do. Ah'm not exactly one to sleep with strangers willy nilly, even if ah could touch, connect with someone.

[Well this conversation took an unexpected turn.]