He spends about two seconds considering the route. "We'd have to detour," he agrees. "Go far enough west to avoid the cities due north of here. We'll keep that option open for now, all right? Maybe it won't be necessary."

Rogue's yawn and sleepy demeanor is endearing. "I didn't either," he admits. Unlike his conflicted thoughts earlier about keeping his own fears private, this isn't something he feels he needs to hide. "Do you want me to change to alt? You could nap."