As much as Rogue loved being around these people who were so full of life, laughter, and stories, it was a little exhausting. She still had moments where she was sure all of this was a dream - there couldn't possibly be people smiling still, not when the world was ending. Innocent people being rounded up and herded into camps like cattle, cities burning until there was nothing but ash-covered rubble left to remember them by. But no, that was the dream now, her nightmarish past that couldn't be shaken off.

She did her best, though, putting forth her brightest demeanor to make sure others had a moment of happiness. It was what she'd done for so long, putting others before herself, that it actually made her feel a little guilty to finally take a break after finishing with the shortcakes, but with hours of work already behind her it was desperately needed.

So she grabbed a cup of punch and turned to retreat to the corner behind the table that she'd scouted out earlier, only to find it already occupied. She narrowed her eyes at the rather innocent-looking guy who didn't seem to be paying much attention to his surroundings, and made a decision. "Thief," she declared in a rather serious tone, though the look in her eyes was purely playful and she was having a hell of time holding back a smile.