...never say hesitation didn't have its merits. Rogue had no idea who the half-naked man with a pair of pretty black and red wings was, but she always had liked that combination. And he had a very nice back. And by the way he was standing in the fork in the road, it looked like he needed some help.

Mmm. Time to do my good deed of the day.

"Hey," she called out to the stranger, approaching him. "Ya need the 'I don't know where I am an' what are these wings on my back' speech or just a point in the right direction?"

She was still in the flirty yellow dress with the hazardous cleavage dip and patterned stockings from earlier that day, but she had a bag slung over her shoulder containing her X-Man uniform in case she did make her way down to the Battle Dome.