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Tell me about yourself, Marie.
Although it sounded more like an order than a request, Rogue knew that wasn't how he'd meant it. However she still couldn't help but hesitate a bit, torn between doing as he'd said and postponing what she knew was an inevitability anyway. It wasn't that she had a problem with him knowing things about her. It was more a matter of she just didn't like talking, or even really thinking, about the past anymore than she absolutely had to and it was hard to talk about yourself without it. Still, for the Professor, she would if only because he truly could have simply gleaned the information from her mind and not even bothered asking to start with.
Taking her cup of tea with a smile, she held the saucer the cup was on with one hand while using her teeth to pull her glove off the other hand. It was a little awkward, drinking tea with gloves on. Finally able to pick up the cup without having to worry about dropping it, she took a small sip to steady her nerves then started speaking. She even made herself look at him while doing so rather than allowing her gaze to fall to the murky liquid in the teacup.
"I'm not sure what it is you want to know," she said, if only to buy herself a few more precious seconds to figure out just what to say. "I'm eighteen. I showed up at your school two years ago after running away from home." She paused. "Well, actually, I met up with another mutant in Canada and we wound up ambushed. Then Scott and Jean showed up and brought us to the school." She smiled faintly at the memory having long since gotten over that very minor trauma compared to all of the others that would follow.
"I... I'm just a normal girl," she shrugged, the corners of her mouth lifting up ever so slightly in a sardonic grin. "Minus the part where I can't touch anybody without killing them, I mean."