Re: Rogue, Iceman, etc.
Shit. Her hands were uncovered, from using her powers, gloves stuffed into the pockets of her long, black trench, but her bare hands flexed automatically, as though the instinct was to fight. Although, the truth was that her first instinct was to flee. Because what was she supposed to do? Try to beat the crap out of Bobby?
Maybe if she'd still be crazy. Or if they hadn't just gotten through two weeks of kidnapping and torture together. Maybe, in either of those situations, she would have been able to stomach it. But not now. And when she opened her mouth to speak her voice came out hoarse. 'Are you planning to drag me off to lock me up, Bobby?"
She might as well know what Bobby was planning on doing.