If Rogue could have gotten her own small ship and flown herself off the planet, she would have in a heartbeat, but there was just too much risk involved. Working with such advanced technology when she hadn't been trained in it could be done on a short-term basis by absorbing the skill from someone who did have the experience, but there was no guarantee that she would be able to keep hold of fit for long enough to actually get anywhere. Being stranded in space on a ship she couldn't fly? Not high on her list of things to do.

She stood when he straightened up, choosing not to say anything as she started for the line, nerves beginning to really set in. There was a sinking feeling in her stomach that something was going to wrong, that she'd end up stuck here and wind up in the hands she was running from. It was irrational, more than likely, but it was a feeling she just couldn't shake.

Luckily, she didn't have anything on her that should raise alarm. A few articles of clothing, including a pair of gloves, and a bottle of legal high-grade medication for her headaches. There had been an assortment of things in the place she'd called 'home' for the last two months that she could have brought with her, but all of it was replaceable, and when on the run it was best to keep luggage to a minimum. As it was, if she lost her bag she'd still manage to do just fine without its contents. She'd be a little worse for wear, but she'd manage.