Rogue just looked down at Remy's hand when he reached across. Finally after a moment she lifted her hand and splayed her fingers to show him - dirty hands, covered in grease. She wouldn't want to be dirtying him up, after all. Sure, that was the reason. Instead, she just dropped to a knee to get a closer look to the damage done to the bike. For a long time she didn't say anything, just listening to what he had to say which, as usual, was quite a lot. She touched the front disc brake, then ran her hand up the front suspension, getting a better feel, literally, of the damage done.
Needs a good check-up. Pfft. It was going to need a lot more than that. She didn't know how he did it - how he did it and was still walking - but even the crash bar was bent. While Remy continued talking, Rogue was already working out in her head everything that would need to be done. Obviously she would have to get inside to test for further damage, but from what she could tell it needed a lot of work.
Placing a hand on her knee, Rogue hauled herself up to her feet and held his gaze. "Ah can," she said with a nod. "But its gonna cost ya."