Rogue isn't doing well today. She's found herself a mess of tears off and on, upset that Peter's left and insecure beyond what she normally struggles with. She's got her cloak on with the hood pulled up. Her hair is down and her gloves go all the way past her elbows. She's attempting to hide as much as possible while she runs to the store to pick up more baking supplies.
When she catches sight of something that can only be described as a creature, her insecurity and depression give way to curiosity. She stops, turns and tries to catch a better glimpse of it. She knows that creature, at least she's fairly certain she does.
"Oz?"
She really hopes it's not him. She doesn't want him to have to go through the guilt that seems to come from his transformations. She also doesn't want him to do anything he'll regret. She hopes that the creature is just an escapee from Sector 6.