If you take a girl and put her before a guy who has an accent and can speak a foreign language, most would at least give some sort of a mental swoon and silently pray for them to just keep talking. About anything. How to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, it really didn't matter. Rogue was not the exception to this. Still, she was careful to keep her smile casual and her thoughts to herself. "Not into the big holiday scene?"
Upon being asked of her own plans, Rogue shrugged and little and crossed her arms. "Got a date tonight with some eggnog an' the Grinch, but other than that..." She trailed off, trying to make it sound as though she really couldn't care less that it was Christmas Eve and she had nothing to do whatsoever. Her shoulders shrugged again. "Ororo, my friend, she had to get back up to New York. Got a school full of kids to look after."
For a moment she regretted reaching out. It probably would have been better to wallow alone and not have to worry about dragging anyone else down with her. She considered just apologizing for dragging him out and turning for home, but the words wouldn't form right in her mouth or her brain. Nothing sounded less than completely stupid. And so, with a nudge of her head, she invited Remy to accompany her into the graveyard and down a path.
"I never got to thank you for what you did. I don't know what would'a happened if you hadn't'a knocked him out." There was no more bandage on her hand, just a standard band-aid to cover what was almost completely healed. "I also wanted to apologize for never sayin' nothin' to you until now. Didn't want you to think it was because you could...you know." She looked at him with a furrowed brow. "What exactly can you do?"