When he reached over her shoulder, Rogue tensed just a little, and if anything she shifted her weight slightly so that she was further away from his arm. It was the automatic response of someone well-used to keeping others a certain distance away - for their safety and her own damn peace of mind. When he offered the rum, she took it with one gloved hand and turned neatly away, back to the counter as she scooped up a glass for herself. "Good choice."
There was a glance at the display of his powers, and honestly she wasn't too surprised - it just confirmed for her that he had the same abilities as the Magneto where she was from. "Nah, Ah'd rather have it room temp, with the pie. But thanks," she added before hunting up a second fork. Swinging back around to the other side of the counter, she set one down on a napkin for him and sat, then served up a small bite for herself.