For a split second he thinks she needs another door broken down, some other hidden away space in the mansion revealed. But then the tone she's using fully registers, and he realizes that she's talking about a very different kind of help. Like you did before.

This is... unexpected. He doesn't object, but he would not have anticipated that kind of request. The other night on the side of the road, that had been a straightforward thing. Physical. Cause and effect. A social favour.

Her bio readings are still elevated by stress and fear, but the indicators from the other night aren't there yet, so--

She's looking up at him, and his processor stalls. "Rogue... that's what you want?"