"My hair is naturally brown," she told him, gaze flickering to the picture that had been set aside. "The white was...a gift." There was no other way to put it, really. She didn't feel like going into the whole being kidnapped by Magneto thing for various different reasons. Maybe if their friendship somehow continued after tonight, when she was gone, it would be something shared. She trusted Remy enough to tell him, but didn't see a point in it just yet. "I went red when I moved here. Kinda like a new beginnin', you know?"
Rogue couldn't help the wistful smile that lightened her expression every time she looked at that picture. It was a symbol of all the good memories she kept close. Xavier had been special to her, though she'd never really told him or expressed as much. "If I've learned anything about the prfessor it was that he had his hands in just about everythin' imaginable, ab' somehow kept it all straight. Maybe that life wasn't supposed to be for you then." She took a sip of her tea. "I ain't all that spiritual or nothin' but I do believe everythin' happens for some reason or another. May not always know the reason till a whole lot later, but the reason's there."
She set her mug down on the coffee table and pulled her legs up to be more comfortable. Grinning at Remy's statement, she shook her head. "I think I've done enough of that for both of us, startin' the night we met." She was curious about his life and had a few questions popping into her thoughts. Picking one to start, she rested her head on the back of the couch. "When did you find out you were a mutant?" Her own story was not a pleasant one, nor was it something she would share with just anyone so she was open to the possibility of his not wanting to share.