A drone. Their societal structure was so incredibly insect-like, she should have expected it. The idea of accidentally killing one of them was made no less palatable by his explanation, but it was a decent option. She needed the practice, and might never have this chance again. If she could learn to control it...

He was right. She should sleep on it. She took her cue from his reading in the armchair and took the bed for a few hours of sleep. Rogue never slept as long as humans should, too used to being on the run or waking from nightmares, but that night she got a bit closer than usual. Being in that room with Todd made her feel safe, as odd as it might seem to some, and that went a long way toward fending off the nightmares that frequently haunted her.