Rogue, Iceman, etc.
Rogue had gotten separated from John not too far into the battle --- which she didn’t like. More because she was convinced that he was going to be reckless and stupid and end up dead than because she felt like she needed to be protected. Although, with bullets flying, weapons out, and chaos everywhere, not to mention the fact that, except for the X-Men in their signature uniforms, it was difficult to tell who was on whose side, maybe she should have been more concerned that she was going to get killed herself.
She didn’t much like the way this battle was going, didn’t even want to be here, fighting like this. But it wasn’t like she had a choice in the matter and she’d already been forced to use her powers, which meant that she had enough strength to pick up a car and, she was pretty sure, some measure of flight… that she wasn’t in any hurry to test out, just in case it the power faded while she was using it. But it seemed like a good idea to use those things until she absolutely had to default back to her absorption power. At least in an effort to keep herself from chancing anymore insanity.
With all the people fighting, Rogue didn’t actually see anyone she knew until Bobby. And that wasn’t good. She could deal with fighting nameless, faceless people. But Bobby? Especially after what had happened? That she didn’t want to do.