He'd been doggedly sure not to wonder what she might say when they sat down to have whatever talk it was she was here to have, but that wasn't what he'd expected. He'd met a few Rogues, from one reality or another, but none of them had known where to find him, which apartments he owned. None but his.

Of course, that was assuming she'd come here at all. His cosmic luck, which everyone seemed to think was amazingly good, may well have seen to it this other Rogue had just appeared on his doorstep, or in his living room. Wouldn't that be the damnedest thing?

He didn't respond to her question right away, but not for lack of words. It was more a concern of whether or not he could do her justice.

"Anna Marie's a lot 'a things, chere. She's an X-Man, a teacher, an Avenger. She's got one a' de biggest hearts I ever met, an' can be one 'a de most infuriatin' women I ever had de great fortune 'a crossin'. He's sweet an' spicy, don' know what quittin' means, 'less she does, den dere ain' no changin' dat mind 'a hers."

Funny, he could detail everything about Anna Marie, but he still couldn't tell someone off the street exactly who he was.