Rogue expected Bobby to just stop the car and ask her to leave. Politely. She waited and waited and when the silence grew thicker she realized that he was not about to kick her out. Not just yet.
He pulled the car into a drive-thru and she tried to sink even lower in her seat. Her body was slouched halfway down the passenger seat now, making her appear much smaller and weaker. She did not want to look at him or acknowledge the food. It was a joy just to be back on the road without finding herself on the side of it.
"Maybe. Maybe not," she said, still securely slouched. "There's a part of him still in me, guidin' me where I shouldn't be goin'. Kinda like Frost." At least he would understand it enough. Frost was more of a force of nature than the psychic remnants she was getting from Remy, but it still drove Bobby to do and act a certain way. "We just gotta get here, alright?"