For a brief moment while listening to Knock Out explain about subspace pockets and conservation of mass, Rogue can't help but think of how much Hank McCoy would have loved to hear all of this. It would have left him with a hundred questions he'd have rattled off at her friend at top speed, each answer spawning another question or three. She can almost hear the tap tap tapping of his keyboard as he took copious notes.

But Hank isn't here, not in that way. It's just her and Knock Out and his... pocket, which she watches his arm disappear into to retrieve his kit. Her eyes are wide as she looks from it to him and back.

"Well, that's all kinds of useful," she finally announces, a grin spreading across her face. "I wish I'd just asked about the situation sooner, I've been worried about keeping it to the bare necessities for days."