The change is much better and certainly makes her less nervous to head inside the diner. She didn't mind the red that matched his actual form but with everyone being told to report mutant sightings... It felt better to err on the side of caution. People dyed their hair all the time, someone in the diner had bright blue streaks, but eyes were a different matter.

And don't think she didn't notice that grin. She remembers all too well how he likes hearing how good he looks.

Climbing out, she takes a second to try to smooth the wrinkles out of her shirt and jeans, though of course it does absolutely nothing. She needs a full change of clothes, but for now she'll be happy with coffee and something edible. Eggs. Eggs sound wonderful.

"Let's go," she says, some part of her utterly endeared by that simple touch he'd given her hair. It's just a casual action and completely safe for him as a hologram, but the feeling is still there. That lack of fear and no second thought to doing so. For just a brief moment, she's able to pretend that he's a solid person there who knows what she can do and still isn't afraid.

Which reminds her: she tugs off her gloves as she leads the way inside, tucking them into her pocket. She holds the door open for him and then steers them toward a booth by the windows so she can keep an eye on his solid form. The waitress signals that she'll be over in a moment and Rogue just smiles in response before sliding into the booth.

"Thanks for coming in with me, sugar. It really means a lot."