If she hadn't spent almost half of her life around mutants of all shapes, colors, and sizes, Rogue probably would have been looking at the variety of aliens with idiotic awe and fear, even after her time among them. Instead, she was proud to say that she'd adapted quite well to having to deal with the alien species found in this part of the galaxy.

Stepping into the room, Rogue eyed the beds and seriously considered her options. The top bunk seemed a bit more open despite being close to the ceiling, but the bottom would offer her a quick escape if she had an episode, one that didn't involved falling five feet to the floor. Bottom it was, then. "Thank you for letting me choose," she told him as she set her bag down on the bed and finally slid back the hood of her jacket. "You didn't have to, so I really do appreciate it."