Rogue was perched on some crates full of biscuits, which she had half a mind to tear into if she didn't want people to know she was there. Or maybe she would - nothing to see here, just eating some biscuits. Being nervous made her hungry. In fact, everything pretty much made her hungry. But given the state of things, she wouldn't be surprised if that was an offense punishable by chopping off her hand.
She looked at Pyro and Manuel who came in. She shrugged to Pyro's question. Who was she? "Oh, 'bout how you'd expect," she mumbled. "You weren't followed, were you?" She expected not, they had all received the same training, but she had to make sure. She got off the stack of boxes to pace and cross her arms over her chest. She only got a few steps in when there was a knock on the door and an unfamiliar voice spoke up.
She exchanged a curious glance with her teammates, obviously there was only one Stripes here and it wasn't either of them. Rogue startled but then remembered there was only one person who called her that, ever.
"I'm going to open the door," she decided, speaking lowly and then she did. Only a fraction to peer out at Wicked, and was now struck completely and utterly baffled. Behind her, she held up her hand to signal to Pyro and Empath that they should hold until she figured out what the member of the vanguard wanted.
"We're out of biscuits," she said casually, as if that were the reason Wicked ventured out to the stockroom as well.