Rogue hadn't even thought to check the room like he had, that sort of task so removed from what she'd had to deal with during her time with the X-Men and while fighting in the war. When there were mutants who could make themselves invisible or walk through walls, there wasn't much call for the sort of equipment used in espionage. And in the end, the government had been more interested in killing mutants than spying on them.

The tone was one she recognized - it reminded her a lot of Logan, actually. No-nonsense, straight to the point, and expecting answers. It was good she'd already planned on giving them to him.

"I'm running from a man named Geere," she answered without any preamble. "My genetic code is different enough to apparently be of value to the crazy entitleds in the area, so his plan was to sell me to the highest bidder. I didn't much like that idea, so here we are." If he wanted details, he'd have to ask for them specifically, but in the meantime she watched him carefully, looking for anything that might help her understand the man in front of her and what he thought of all this.