Rogue hesitated momentarily when Ororo offered to help with her wound, and for different reasons. She'd gotten so used to taking care of herself that the offer of help was practically foreign to her. That, and she was afraid of what touching Ororo's skin would do to her. Ultimately she offered her hand, holding her breath as she did. When they touched and nothing happened, she let go of a breath of relief. Maybe that feeling had come from the other mutant after all. Maybe she was just paranoid.
"Thanks," she replied quietly at the compliment. "You do, too. Can't believe how long it's been." That guilty feeling just wouldn't go away, try to ignore it as she may. "Is this usual?" She chuckled. "Not most night, so. We get a fight or two now an' then when someone's had too much to drink but nothin' we can't handle usually." Her lips pursed. "This...this is not usual." Rogue shook her head, idly watching Ororo clean her hand. "That mutant killed one of my regulars."
She listened to the news about the cure, nodding and feeling like a fist had tightened around her throat. It was comforting to know people still thought about her. There was a wild urge to ask after Bobby and Logan, but Rogue pushed thoughts of their well-being aside for the moment. "I had a dream last night. Not a dream, really. More like a memory." For the first time since Ororo had begun looking at her hand, Rogue looked her in the eyes. "It was one of Bobby's memories. Nothin' he ever told me about so I know..." She trailed off and wet her lips. "I don't wanna go back to bein' a pariah, Ro. I like bein' able to touch people. I like not havin' to cover myself up all the time like some kinda leper."
She frowned. "If I go back to the mansion I'm gonna be looked at like some sort of traitor. it's why I left in the first place."