Rogue wanted to argue, point out that the possibility of that particular side effect was lessened because genetically he had been altered to not need to feed himself, though he was still able to physically do it. But she decided against pressing the matter, not wanting to fight. Her ribs were feeling slightly more tender than usual from the exertion anyway, so a break would probably do her some good.

Even if it did frustrate her to no end.

"Fine," she finally agreed, though her expression and tone made it very clear that she wasn't happy about it. "We'll wait." And she grabbed her shirt from where she'd left it, wincing slightly as she pulled at her side while tugging it on.