Rogue had spotted the man from the corner of her eye, had watched him cross the street and waited longer still, the seconds passing like hours. It wasn't until he spoke that she relaxed the grip on the satchel-style bag she carried and managed to draw in a full breath. He was the one she was hiring. Good. That was good. For a second there, she'd thought... Well, it didn't matter. She could finally get off this damned planet.

"You have no idea," she murmured in her smooth southern drawl, turning her head slightly to the side; not enough to see him where he was, but enough to watch when he moved. "Yes, I'm ready," she clarified, reaching up to tuck her hair back behind her ears with bare hands, the rain already trying to plaster it to her face.

She pulled up the hood of her coat, a dark green like she'd had so many years ago, but styled after the middle-class fashion of this planet, which meant a few more frills than she would have liked. It helped her blend in though, and that had been important, but in the end it hadn't helped her avoid that cretin. Still, the hood was deep enough to cover her trademark white streak, which would be a dead giveaway if anyone else were looking for her.