She glanced back at him, removing the shirt from where she'd been holding it up in front of her and stuffing it haphazardly in her bag. "I couldn't just leave without sayin' goodbye. That'd be rude."

Southern gentility just dripped from her tone. She was amused at herself, because the manner in which she was taught and the manner she so often conducts herself happen are so contrary. But she took an almost perverse satisfaction in following those rules Mystique and Destiny drilled into her - when she could pick and choose doing so. As if to say 'Look, I got something good out of it. You didn't just wreck me. Despite what you did, I am who I am, and I got something out of it too.'

Shirt safely tucked into her bag with her other finds, Rogue shrugged. "'sides, I thought I'd stick around ta make sure you were pointed in the right direction 'fore I got on with my night."

This entire thing had been so odd, compounded with Ororo's arrival and other recent Luceti developments that she felt the need for some stress relief. Maybe a nice brawl in the Battle Dome, or maybe she'd be a good girl and do a routine.