"If you bite me, I imagine you'd regret it more than I would," Knock Out needled in return, at the mental image of Rogue gnawing on a metal limb.

"Maybe not that much," he concedes. "But I'll try to keep you supplied above none at all. There are plenty of service stations on the highways, and coffee shops in towns. Speaking of staying on the move... since we have some time to pass--"

Since they had agreed that, no matter how slim the odds were, there remained a chance that this could still be a Porter hallucination that would end. Nearly all of them wrapped up within two weeks. If they were still here after that, then... they'd know.

"--I don't suppose there's a minimally populated state you've always wanted to visit?"

And then, in a less flippant tone, added carefully, "And any other information you can think of, about keeping a low profile... would help to share. We can make better plans that way."