She looked up as he spoke, watching as he changed the display and seemed to get straight to work. It was fairly impressive and Rogue couldn't help but stare for a few moments, not having seen anything like it outside what the X-Men had developed themselves. Their technology had always been at least a decade more advanced than that available to the general public, for the simple fact that some of the greatest minds of her time belonged to mutants.

Shaking herself out of it, she glanced around the room before finally just sitting on the floor a few feet from where he was working; close enough to duck into her hiding place if need be, but with enough space between them to be out of the way. Crossing her legs, she set her hands on her knees and closed her eyes, jumping right into the familiar practice of meditation that had helped keep her sane all these years. There were a lot of weak spots in her mental defenses that needed tending to, and if she didn't do it soon things would get a hell of a lot worse. The last thing she needed was to be even more of an annoyance and burden to the man who seemed so willing to help her.