"You have a lot of faith in me for not knowin' me that well." Rogue looked at him sideways, a smile teasing the corners of her lips. She was trying to play it off as a friendly little jest and not reveal how uncomfortable his words made her. Compliments, no matter the form they came in, always made her uncomfortable.
As the wind blew, she turned more to face Remy to keep her cheeks from freezing. Out of the direct wind, she watched him rub his eye and considered the question posed. "Would it help?" she repeated slowly. "I dunno. Maybe. I seem to have this thing where I'm always runnin' from somethin'. Maybe this time if I stop runnin' and face what's comin' all those demons that are fond of followin' me will let me be for awhile." She had her reservations, how could she not? No matter what Ororo promised, she would still feel like an outsider, stepping into the mansion.
This time when she smiled, it was warm and genuine. Why was the offer of help so different coming from Remy than it was coming from Ororo? Maybe because Rogue felt herself an obligation to everyone in her previous life and she knew it was a friendly and heartfelt offer from Remy. He didn't know about her baggage, save the bits she'd just shared. He wasn't saying he'd help because he had to, more because he wanted to. "I appreciate it," she said sincerely. "but I think it's time I stopped runnin' away. Gotta accept what's goin' on an' deal with it."
For a quick, crazy moment she almost suggested he go with her. There was the excuse of visiting the professor's grave, meeting more people like them...him. She wasn't ready to admit she was a mutant again yet. The idea of not showing up alone was an enticing one, especially if Bobby was there. But she pushed the thought aside, at least for the moment. Instead, she brought her hand from her jacket pocket and presented it to Remy with a look of trepidation. "I apologize in advance. You know...just in case."