Leaving Xavier's was bittersweet for Rogue. So long ago it felt like another lifetime, the mansion had been her home, the one place she'd felt at least moderately accepted. But with everything that happened during the war... It's not as hard to leave it behind as it once would have been. The home she longs for now is across the universe and lost to her now. Perhaps forever.

She reads while they make their way across the country, just as they'd planned. Thanking her lucky stars that she hadn't been cursed with motion sickness, she selects one of the many books she'd brought with them and reads it aloud, her voice filling their shared space and blending with the gentle sound of Knock Out's engine. She's not sure whether he really enjoys the exploits of Sherlock Holmes, but it helps to pass the time well enough. And she does enjoy it, though she's not sad when they prepare to settle in for the night either.

"Less bovine would be preferable, thank you, sugar," she agrees with a laugh in her voice, closing the book and setting it in her lap so she can stretch her arms out in front of her. It's the best she can do in the confined space, unfortunately. "It's looking awfully pretty out there. I think we might be able to get in some good stargazing if the mosquitos don't eat me alive."