Rogue stared up at him for a long moment, part of her wanting to be angry at his words, especially at his accusation that she was 'wallowing' - but perhaps he was right, to an extent. She finally sighed and sat up as well, murmuring, "I thought that's what I was doing," before climbing out of bed.

Pulling her hair up into a high ponytail, she glanced back at him for a moment. "Is it okay for me to go on a run?" she asked as she sorted through her small stack of clothing. "Now that I know a route through part of the ship, I'd like to back into the habit, but I don't want to cause any disruptions."