Bobby had a look of concern, only interupted by the slightest of smirks at the fact Rogue was exhaling foggy breath like he usually was.
"You..." Bobby swallowed, catching his own breath. "...you okay?" She looked a bit fazed. He had no idea the process took so much out of her, too. Bobby would have moved to check on her, but he needed to sit down. It was like blacking out after standing too quickly and he just needed to wait out this nausea he was now feeling.