"Yeah, I guess it's good," she agreed. Rogue was still angry with Remy, hurt, but she had not truly wanted to kill him. It was why she had put him into a coma instead of using her strength to bash his handsome face in. She slouched further down in her seat, her forehead dragging along the glass of the passenger side window.
"I jus'...it's not safe for anyone to be 'round him. There's somethin' goin' on, Bobby. Somethin' big. I know that he ain't gonna stay with the X-Men, not when he learns I've gone, but that doesn't mean I can't tell 'em to be careful. Just in case. Ya don't know him like ah do, ya don't know what's in his head." She wrapped her arms tight around herself and closed her eyes. "Let's jus' get to Seattle."