Since leaving New York, really since she got the Cure, mutants made Rogue feel uneasy. it was like a reminder of a nightmare in a lot of ways. being at Xavier's had taught her a lot, and she made connections with people that she hated breaking. But she was normal now, and mutants were...not. They made her feel uncomfortable in her own skin. Yet Remy taking a step closer to the bar did not make her want to run. For some reason there was a small amount of comfort in the action. There was no reason beyond what had just happened that she should trust him, but there was a part of Rogue that made her want to confide everything to him. It would be so nice to have someone to confide in again.
"I know what it's like," she said softly, watching as a stretcher was rolled in. "I know what it feels like to wish you were dead instead of what you are." But her thought didn't have the chance to be finished. Someone else was coming inside now, someone Rogue would not have expected to see in a million years.
Her mouth opened but nothing came out. What did she call Storm now? She wasn't one of her students, not a seventeen-year-old girl anymore. Somehow it just didn't seem right to call her by her first name. "Storm?" Confusion filled her expression and a wave of mixed emotions sagged her shoulders. She should have known that dream, that memory meant life was going to get turned upside down on her again. Just when she was feeling like her life was close to perfect.
"I...I'm fine. What are you doing here?" She looked quickly at Remy, then back to the familiar woman she hadn't seen in years. "How did you even know where I was?"
At that moment Ororo represented everything she didn't want to go back to; gloves, long sleeved shirts, a single resident dorm room, and most of all, shame. The child in her wanted to cry both for the reminder, but also in release. Someone she'd looked up to as a leader was here. She would make it all better. The adult in her was too stubborn to really let herself accept that even as a partial truth.
"I'm sorry." It was such a strange thing to feel obligated to say, especially given their surroundings, but she felt she had to. The last time Rogue had seen anyone from the mansion it was with a tentative hug and a promise to write over the summer, to call and stay in touch. She never did.