Crap. Those were Rogue's shoes. And that was Rogue's voice -- well, her current voice -- and that was definitely Rogue's temper. Rogue was not Mr. T; she didn't pity fools. She browbeat them.
He looked up at her like a guilty puppy. "S-sorry." There was that stutter again. He cleared his throat. "I mean ... I've kinda had a hard day."
He glanced from her to his door, then back again. "You were waiting for me to get back?" His voice cracked.