[Rogue doesn't answer his sly question, not verbally at least, but there's a subtle curl of her lips and appreciation in her gaze that speaks volumes if he catches it.

Patiently, he's given time to process all that she's said, quietly running through ways that she could have explained everything better. Technical descriptions were never her strength, not like Hank or Tony. She also resists the urge to reach out and gently touch his arm or knee. It's not her place, and his next words cause her to look away to try and cover up the hurt that swells in her chest. She reminds herself that it's not his fault, not a malicious comment, but it stabs her heart nonetheless.

Better to focus on the topic at hand. Rogue pretends to scan the crowd to hide her recovering expression.]

Ah'm sure it ain't just major events, but it's difficult to prove. Too many variables an' not enough observable facts.