Rogue had been about to start the process of lowering herself to her quite pleasant makeshift bed (she'd taken quite a few pillows) when he made the comment. She grinned at him, having been waiting for this moment since before dinner.

"I may not have shown you everything that I got earlier," she commented slowly, her excitement showing through. Grabbing the backpack where she'd set it by her 'bed', she fished around for a moment until she was able to grasp the bulky worn paperback tucked at the bottom. She tossed the bag back on the floor and walked over to hold out the book to him. The Count of Monte Cristo. "I'd told Colonel Sheppard that Dumas is one of my favorite authors; apparently he paid attention."