Rogue growled and sent her fist into the mirror. The reflection of both she and Emma shattered, sending shards tumbling into the sink and along the floor followed soon by bits of drywall. The mirror was toast and the wall behind it was now in need of some serious repair.
"Ya really gonna stand there and try t' judge me, Li'l Miss Hellfire Club? I don't gotta listen to you." Rogue finished dressing before she left the bathroom, deciding that the confined space was not a good idea. Of course, seeing Bobby's unconscious form wasn't helping much either. She walked over to him and lifted him easily, depositing him on the bed so she could at least put the covers over him.
"What the hell are you?" she asked as she tucked a pillow under Bobby's head and pulled the blankets up to his neck. "I sure as hell wouldn't picture you lookin' this good."