John-- no, Pyro, was standing against a tree, smoking. To be honest, it wasn't a habit he usually had. He was trying it out, given the fact that he could control the fire. He wanted to look cool, even if it mean lung cancer.
Bobby didn't know him here. Rogue wasn't the same girl. He left them behind for real when he got onto that jet. And as he thought of the Southern girl, he saw the one from another timeline go running past. He quickly stubbed out his cigarette and went running after her-- bad idea. He was coughing and sputtering and yelling her name, "Rogue! Rogue wait!"