Rogue was an emotional mess. When she was an emotional mess, it meant she was angry a lot of the time and she did a lot of stupid shit. It came with the territory of being a teenager with a dangerous mutant ability. She was now facing herself in a rice field with a bunch of other people. A sour expression on her face and looking like she was ready to pound someone's face in. Apparently it was going to be her own.
"Ah hate this shit," she cursed, "And Ah don't want to be here. Let's just get this over with and find that fat dumptruck that sent us here. I'll show him a thing or two." She didn't have gloves on, she'd forgotten them all back at the school and her apartment when she went running. Having her powers put someone in a coma once was bad, twice was damn near unbearable and nearly doing it to a third person, it was weighing on her heavily.
She looked to the others, "Any y'all got some sort of super power I can borrow for a few minutes?"