Crying over what he'd lost would never be something for which Rogue would fault Steve. Never. She understood that pain all too well, and certainly shed her own fair share of tears at a great many things, some justified and others... Well, it was likely that no one who saw her burst into tears after a simple hug would ever count her as entirely sane, and she wouldn't blame them.

Rogue gave him a wide grin and reached over to clap him on the shoulder with her hand. "Wise decision, sugar," she informed him teasingly. "You'll go far with that kind of attitude, especially with me." Was that flirting he heard in those words? Oh, most definitely.

She was about to add something else when she spotted an elderly gentleman waving to get her attention, and the smile she gave Steve turned apologetic. "I'm being summoned," she explained. "Mr. Spalding always makes me promise to save him a dance, which turns into five." Walking around to the front of the table, she tossed over her shoulder before heading to her dance partner, "Don't you leave without saying goodbye."