A week of being holed up in that warehouse wasn't exactly the most comfortable situation she'd ever been in, but Rogue never once even considered complaining. If she wanted, she could stay in a hotel with a proper bed and a bathtub and even television; Knock Out had no trouble getting funds for whatever she needed. What she really needed though was just to be with him. It's not something she'd explicitly spelled out for him at any point, but somewhere along the way they've both accepted it as fact. They were together in this, no arguments. (At least, not yet.)

But as cozy as that warehouse was starting to seem (a sure sign they'd been there far too long), it was time to move on. They'd held out hope that all of this was just another in a long string of Porter flukes and now reality was setting in. They had to face facts and that meant getting back on the road. Which would be a whole lot easier if she hadn't accumulated so much stuff.

"How the hell did there get to be so dang much of it?" she grumbles mostly to herself while trying to roll her clothes into even tinier balls so she can cram just a few more items into her overly stuffed backpack.