Rogue wanted to point out that a lot of people had never even been to art school and still made art of all sorts their profession. She wanted to insist that he wouldn't necessarily be taking a job from someone, that he could do independent work or self-publish. But then he started talking about his alter ego and she sighed softly.

"If you're not that good, then you'll just have to practice," she decided, flashing him another smile. "I'm expecting great things from you, Mr. Rogers, and they have nothing to do with what you're hiding in that bag."

He didn't have to try to explain what he was feeling about his work as Captain America. She remembered what it was like to always be on the move, to be doing good work and fighting for a cause you believed in. She couldn't deny that she missed that part of her life as an X-Man, but... Taking up that lifestyle again just wasn't something she was entirely sure she could do again. There were too many painful memories, too much trauma she still had yet to overcome. That didn't mean that she wouldn't support him, though. She would be by his side no matter what he decided to do with his life - she was there to stay.