Rogue stood up and let out a breath, then smiled. Making her way through the door, she was greeted by another man. He had a cane, which made her look at him curiously. Her own anxiousness subsided a bit to think about why he had a cane. He was asking for her name. "Oh, Anne Marie D'ancanto," she said with her Mississippi drawl, "It's nice to meet y'all." Her voice shook just a smidge at first but by the time she finished she sounded fine.
She reached out and took his hand into hers. She was wearing gloves and she was sure it would come up now, if not now, then later. Not everyone wore gloves in the middle of July. Well, in New York. She gave him a solid handshake though, making sure to hold back on the super strength she had and at least make it clear, she came there with at least some sort of confidence.
"Thank you," she said and finally took her seat. She hoped that her accent was going to throw them off or make her less likely of a candidate. She could speak French, but in the end, when she spoke English, it was always going to have that drawl. Once she was seated, she looked at either of them, "Ah have my résumé here. Along with my references." One of them was from Professor Xavier, of whom she owed big for this.
She had it ready in her hand for either of them to take.