It was strange for Rogue to be sitting at the table instead of helping in the kitchen, but with the day she'd had, she was grateful for the fortuitous timing. She relaxed in her chair and listened to the sounds coming from the other room, the chopping of knives and the like. It was comforting, soothing even, and something she could get used to. As the various groups got better with certain skills, she'd be happy to let them take over and just be on hand if they needed her.

The shudder from coming out of hyperspace was a familiar one by now, and she found herself looking forward to being able to see the stars through the skylight that night. But then Todd told her about distress signal. That had never happened before during her time on the hive ship and she couldn't help but be worried and a little frightened by it, though she tried to take a bit of comfort in that the crew there with her didn't seem bothered by it. Not that they were the easiest to read, of course.

Still. Wanting something to do other than just sit at the table, worrying and waiting, she joined the others in the kitchen proper and took a look at the pies they'd created, asking about the flavor combinations they'd tried and commenting on the perfectly baked crust. When it was earned, she was liberal with her praise of their newly acquired skills, and it always seemed to have a positive effect on their moods, which was good for everyone in the end.