Rogue walked with her hands in her pockets, gaze alternating from being on her steps to their surroundings She couldn't exactly empathize with having a bunch of immature relatives hanging around, but she could certainly sympathize. There were a few times she'd felt like the only mature one at the mansion and then later, at the bar. It was probably worse when they were related to you. She did smile slightly when Remy spoke of the Grinch, though didn't comment on him further. She was too busy trying not to feel awkward.
When Remy picked up a rock, she watched with unveiled interest as it changed color in his hands. When he threw it and it exploded, she nodded with clear appreciation. "So you can make a bomb outta anything, pretty much?" Feeling a little more relaxed once Remy was willing to share something so personal, she nudged him with her elbow and grinned. "Bet you'd be good to have around in a bar fight." Okay, poor attempt at a joke. It had been a long time since she'd tried to actually have meaningful conversation with someone. It was going to take a little time.
"I'm so used to havin' single-servin' friends that I've kinda forgotten how to be myself around anyone." It was an excuse, but also a sort of offering to him that she wasn't usually so...off kilter.
"The school up in New York that Ro runs is a school for mutants. Used to be run by a man named Charles Xavier. Dunno if you've ever heard of him." She looked down as she walked. "He was probably one of the best people I've ever known in my entire life. Did a lot for me when I was a kid. Saved me from hurtin' people, probably hurtin' myself in the long run."
She shook her head, frowning now. "If I hadn't's talked to you before I knew what you could do, I don't think I would'a given you the time of day." That was how hypocritical she'd become.