Looking into the face of a killer was surprisingly easy for Rogue. She worked with killers, counted them as her closest family and friends. It was easy to counter his gaze with hers, green eyes sharp and unafraid. "If he wasn't, do you think a beauty such as me would be workin' for him?" she asked with a haughty smirk, reaching down to pull the zipper of her jacket up to her chin. "He'll meet his deadlines and he'll pay his dues. So when you make good on your end of the deal, you can bet you'll see me and another wad of cash again real soon."