Between the look Harrison gave her and the words he used, Rogue had a sick, sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that she would bet good money wouldn't go away anytime soon. He'd confirmed her fear that she would end up exactly that if she were caught by whoever ran this place, and she was completely out of her depth in this time and place.

Best not to worry too much about it, though. She was stressed and exhausted enough without adding to it by overthinking a situation that she really couldn't do much about. Unless he managed to do whatever it was to get her back to her time, she was stuck here, and she'd have to keep her wits about her to make it out alive and in one piece.

"I'm sorry about before," she said, lowering her gaze to the floor as she seemingly changed the subject. But it was important that he knew so he didn't try anything again. "When you told me to hide and you... My mutation is in my skin. More than a few seconds of contact would kill you."