It was impossible not to smile now that she'd gotten over the initial shock and awkwardness of seeing him. In fact, Rogue realized it was probably only awkward for her. The way Bobby seemed to casual and relaxed told her he wasn't angry with her, or he was doing a great job of hiding it. She should have known better. He was never a person to hold grudges. "Not tellin' the headmistress you're leavin'? Playin' it a little dangerous now, huh?" She smirked. "Good to see you, too. Haven't changed a bit."
When he asked her if she was okay, she looked down briefly and shrugged. When she returned her eyes to his face, her smile was almost passable for genuine. "Yeah, everythin's fine. Can still touch people." To illustrate, she poked a finger into one of his dimples. He didn't need to know about the memories or the rage. Not right now, anyway. She wanted to enjoy this reunion. "Come in an' sit." She didn't want to stand in the doorway talking. It felt too open.
Walking back to the piano bench, Rogue sat and straddled it so she could face the scattered chairs in the room. "What have I been up to?" she asked with a breath out. "Kinda a loaded question. I been livin' in New Orleans for the past few years. Got my bar tendin' license so I been workin' at a bar down there for about five years now. They took me on a newbie waitress an' I worked my way up. I really enjoyed it." Enjoyed being the operative word. It would be interesting to see if the job was still open to her if she went back. When she went back.
"What about you? How you been? I heard Kitty's still here. How's she?" She tried to keep her tone casual, but she was curious about what had happened after she'd left.