Given the stress of the day and underlying fear and anxiety that had been with her ever since they'd woken, Rogue would have assumed it would take hours for her to fall asleep once she'd curled up in the backseat. Instead, it took less than a handful of minutes, exhaustion pulling at her and the soft rumble of a moving vehicle easing her into blissful darkness. Once asleep, she didn't wake once, didn't even shift position as the sun rose in the sky.

It's still morning when she does finally wake, though the summer sun has been up for quite a while. Minutes bleed into each other as she slowly comes to, liking rising up out of a dense fog, and she doesn't remember at first. Even when she hears Knock Out's voice, it doesn't come to her immediately.

"Morning, sugar," she replies, stiffly sitting up and lifting a hand to her hair to make sure it's not sticking straight up in some interpretation of a bird's nest. Why is in— But then it comes back and she goes still, just for a moment, before pushing through the echoing shock and despair. This isn't the time for that.

"Where are we?"