Rogue could tell that Steve wasn't going as fast as he really could, from the way he moved and the sound of his breathing. She knew that he was physically enhanced, and that most people probably would panic a bit at the higher than normal speed, but for her own part she was mostly just disappointed. For half her life, she'd been surrounded by enhanced people, and she really kind of wanted to see what he was capable of. But there would be plenty of time for that later, of course.

She rolled her eyes at him as he set her down, placing the cooler on the bench before straightening out the skirt of her dress and smoothing her hands down the sides to avert wrinkles. The bench with its shade was perfect, and she had no doubt that another happy couple would have wandered by in a few minutes to claim it if they hadn't.

Plopping down beside the cooler, she laid an arm along the back of the bench and looked up at Steve with a playfully suspicious gaze. "Three girls on a motorcycle, huh?"