The sirens would have been easy for Rogue to ignore, but Bobby had been her voice of reason this whole trip and despite how fueled by anger she was, she knew he was right. They had to go. She grabbed them both, unperturbed by the chill that emanated from Gambit, and took them back to the car. Gambit was unceremoniously forced into the backseat as Bobby and Rogue took their respective positions in the front. She kept her eye on the backseat until they were stopped, but did not say a word. Every time Remy spoke she visibly bristled and it was taking her all not to send the Cajun flying out the back. All their time on the road had led to this moment and she never could have prepared herself for the overwhelming anger that she felt.
Bobby had a far better handle on the situation than she did. He was calm and he even managed to keep her from lashing out with a simple touch. They needed answers and if she immediately took to violence they were going to get none. Of course, if Remy continued to be obstinate, he would earn whatever damage she did.
"That's none of yer business," Rogue shot as the conversation turned to the relationship between her and Bobby. Rationally, he deserved an explanation and she would give him one. Later. Right now, she was not going to let him get out of this. "We traveled across the country lookin' for clues about the you and the Marauders. Why is it that when we reached ground zero we got you and a crew out for blood? What were you waiting for, Remy, because it sure as hell wasn't us."