He was bound to see her own displays of grief, which she wasn't yet as skilled at controlling. It didn't help that her negative emotions were often exacerbated by those of the people she'd absorbed. Part of her dreaded the day that Steve would inevitably see her lose control of her mental hold on things, the 'bad days' that left her practically incapacitated as she rebuilt her mental shields and tried to find her way back to being whole again.

Rogue laughed at his dry comments, especially when a few particular men decided to chime in that the guy had a pretty good idea there. "Well, I'm certainly not the sort of girl that guys take home to their mothers," she tossed back at him, though it was a darker joke than she'd intended, ringing just a little too true to her own ears.