Rogue could tell by the very measured way Natasha reacted and spoke that she had training. Real training, and a lot of it. The words she used were carefully chosen and arranged, hinting at meanings and prying for information that might not be readily given. It was something that most people wouldn't realize, but Rogue had her own brand of training in having a few hundred minds crammed within her own, many of which had ended up there from her days gathering intelligence during the war. Interrogation could be long and messy; it was much quicker and cleaner to just have her tap them and sort through the information she got that way.

She was already forming her response to Natasha's first comments when Steve issued the order that sounded like it might be part warning. It made her wonder what exactly Steve was worried about. This was his teammate, someone he worked with and had obviously trusted to have his back - yet he didn't seem to trust Rogue to have even a brief conversation. What had he been intending to do, keep her hidden from everyone he knew? That sure was flattering.

"It's something we have in common," she informed Natasha, tightening her grip just a little on Steve's arm. A confirmation that she did care about Steve, and a warning that Natasha hadn't seen protective yet, but she would if she messed with Steve. (Just in case they weren't quite as close as Rogue assumed.)

"And we changed each others minds," she corrected, smile still in place. "I didn't think I was ready for another relationship yet, but you can't always help when these things happen." Rogue was fine with talking about all of this, but she was trying to tread as lightly as possible for Steve's sake.