Rogue blinked a few times at his answer, processing all the information he'd given her in so few words. It was a bit overwhelming to think about really, and she found herself wishing she had something to do with her hands. Perhaps they should have gotten the coffee before having any sort of conversation.

"I guess things in our worlds were pretty different even without a war," she commented, looking down at the tabletop. "In my world, Scott died fifteen years ago."