Rogue followed after a few failed attempts at shutting off her power - her adrenaline was still too high, so she'd have to deal with it like usual for now. She cleaned up in the bathroom and found her jeans, shirt, and underwear easily enough. The bra was a bit more difficult; she regretted throwing it the way she had, just as she knew she would. It finally turned up in the chair behind the desk.

Dressing with her sore arm took some real effort, and there were other parts of her that were a bit sore as well, though for much more enjoyable reasons. Still, she groaned as she was finally able to ease the shirt over her head. Afterward, her injured arm remained tucked at her side, elbow bent. She'd be fine in a few hours aside from a bit of bruising, but in the meantime she had every intention of letting that evening's cooking shift do most of the heavy work.