Rogue accepted the scrutiny, wondering absently just how the queen would perceive her. She was a human, after all, and wraith and human standards for things like beauty were vastly different, as she'd learned over the last few months. While she couldn't say that the queen was beautiful in the traditional sense, that red of her hair was gorgeous, and the inner strength with which she held herself made up for the lack of other physical appeal. Rogue admired her, and appreciated the skill with which she seemed to be handling her new situation.

"No, I didn't," she answered the question about her hair, giving a slight shake of her head. "It was... the result of a traumatic experience, I guess you could say. Another mutant forced me to absorb his abilities and use the energy to power a machine - doing so nearly killed me." She paused, then corrected, "It did kill me, for a very short while, but a friend saved my life."