Ororo wasn't sure what she missed, but at least one mutant was now going to be under arrest when all he might have needed was help. The comment to the officer only proved that Rogue had a new life. One she was settled in, and most likely didn't want disrupted. By her or by a failed 'cure'.
With a nod in reply she followed Rogue back through the swinging doors and unbuttoned the single button of her jacket in an effort to relax slightly in a situation that seemed more charged than she was hoping for. "You look well." She answered the smile, even if Rogue's stance was more defensive than inviting.
She let her speak first, and closed her eyes briefly hearing about the mutant. He probably had a flare from the cure failing. There was no telling what his mental state was. When she opened her eyes again she stepped forward to take the kit from her. "Let me. Is this usual at work?"
It wasn't an important question, considering what she was there for. "You are right, it's not a social call. Not that we don't all miss you, but it's your life and I'm not here to take you from the life you've built. Not by force anyway."
She set the kit down and held out a hand for Rogue's injured one. "The cure, is wearing off. In stages, in flares. I was worried for you. I felt you deserved at least a warning. The school, is seeing more students that had taken the cure and need help. It's open for you, you know that. It will always be your home should you need it."
She opened a cleaning cloth that was wet with disinfectant. "I have not heard if they will find a fix for the cure or not. We are trying to find out for those that need or want it. For now all we can do is what we have been doing. Keeping room in a safe place for people to deal with their flare ups."