She giggled in his ear, well aware of people looking at them and not caring in the slightest. She wasn't usually one for any sort of PDA but this was different. It was Logan. She didn't mind the way he lifted her from the ground and only held on tighter, as though a tighter embrace was even possible at that moment. They were both careful about where they touched and it was warming, but also a little sad. She'd been cured for so long and never had the chance to have a moment like this with him that was free of worry. It wasn't fair.
When her feet touched the ground, she ran a hand through her hair and shrugged lightly. "I don't remember ever askin' for permission." She winked up at him and shook her head. She didn't really realize how much she'd missed Logan until she saw him. Her smile took on a hint of sadness and Rogue tried to brush away his sympathy. "If I wanted to, I could go get shot again any time. Not that I really would." She didn't need to mention that she almost had, but Paige talked her out of it.
Instinct made her flinch at the touch to her hair, and Rogue frowned at herself. "Sorry," she said lowly, knowing he'd be able to hear her. "Habit."
Following Logan through the crowds of people, Rogue couldn't help but glance back at the blonde. The two met eyes and Rogue gave the woman an innocent smile that the woman most certainly didn't buy or appreciate. If she did try something it would certainly make for an interesting night. She hadn't touched anyone since the attack, mostly out of fear of someone else being in her head. But with the new and refined power, her hands were getting itchy.
"I do wanna get outta here," she conceded, attention returning to Logan. "What're you doin' in a place like this anyway? Mansion life a little too dull for ya? I'm still amazed that I was there for so long an' somehow always missed you. Though I locked myself in my room for a good portion of the time an' I ain't been there much recently."