Rogue glanced up while she worked, noting the way he was standing there waiting and the changing lights and display. Whatever he was doing, it seemed to be working.

Standing, she moved forward to put her wrist into his waiting grip, any deadly flesh covered by a grey sock, just in case. He seemed to genuinely be helping her, the last thing he probably needed was for her to repay that gesture by sucking the life out of him like some kind of vampire.

"Thank you," she said quietly. For the reassurance that she wouldn't have to spend those hours on edge waiting for someone else to find her there. For going to the trouble of helping her at all. For a lot of things.