She may've been younger, but there were some similarities there - the same white streak in the hair, and the fact that she wore gloves that covered a large portion of her arms, stopping a couple inches short of her elbows. Otherwise, she wore a dark gray tank top and skinny stonewashed jeans. She was in the middle of sipping from a glass when she spotted the guy walk into the bar who matched the picture she'd seen on the network, and studied him over the rim of her glass.
"Help yourself, hon," she replied, nodding towards the drinks behind the counter. Beside her sat a bottle of bourbon and at the moment, she didn't really have any plans to share it. "And yeah, ah'm Rogue."