The phone rang at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. As dutiful as always, Scott Summers was in an office catching up on paperwork, so he was on hand to answer it. He was just about to give the practiced greeting identifying the residence as "Xavier Instite for Higher Learning" -- to which he was still getting accustomed -- when he saw Rogue's name on the called ID.
Scott answered the phone. "Rogue?" He hadn't heard from her in months, and Bobby Drake in weeks. He wondered if something was wrong.
(OOC: Brett, Gambit could be wandering the hallway and overhear this.)