[Rogue can pinpoint the exact moment that her power takes more than surface sorts of things. Tears gather in her eyes and by the time the bots send up confetti, she's got tears streaming down her cheeks. Her head hurts so much and she can hear everything. Her hands go to her ears.]
Are you okay? [At least she thinks she says the words, but everything is so loud she can't hear herself. She turns to face a room that's only half full of people and yells, hands still to her ears.] SHUT UP!