Rogue chuckled and raised her hands defensively. "Honey, I ain't got room to judge no one. That's the last thing you gotta worry about here." It was a true enough statement, but could probably extend to many other places just like the Maple Leaf in this district. Unless someone really stood out and made people uncomfortable, most people let their fellow man have a drink in piece. Judgmental was the last thing any of them should be handing out unless they wanted it in return.
"What's good?" she repeated. "Well now that's a loaded question if I ever heard one. How about if I bring you out a sampler. Little bit of everythin' you could want."
Though she was enjoying speaking with the stranger before her, someone beyond him caught Rogue's eye and her smile faltered. A man with purple skin and long white hair entered the bar. A mutant, clearly. Since Maple leaf was one of the few mutant-friendly places left in that area, it wasn't uncommon to have any of them there. They were usually more hard to recognize, though.
Wayland, just a couple seat away, turned around to look as well. The haze lifted from his eyes, and when he turned back around, there was nothing friendly about his expression. "I don't want to trouble from you tonight. You understand me?" Wayland mumbled some kind of answer and, satisfied, Rogue pasted her smile back into place. "So what'cha think? Sampler sound good?"