Rogue's habit of not asking after leading personal statements stood her in good stead, here. It was one thing to be momentarily star struck, another for the reality to slowly sink in of all the people he'd killed. It really was like walking next to a reformed Sabertooth. Or maybe Logan - except Logan she trusted with her just about everything and Spike... well, she thought she was being pretty trusting just going on him not wanting to munch her.

She looked ahead to the Clothing Shop. "Your gear might have shown up - it might not. Took almost a month for my uniform ta show."

She hadn't really anticipated helping him find what he wanted to wear - honestly, finding out what she needed to and delivering what she felt was important information so easily and relatively smoothly had thrown her a bit off balance.