"Wow, this place that bad?" the southern belle inquired, holding up one of the flyers she had pulled from a light pole. Her tone was light and made heavy with her accent on the words and she offered a small smile. Rogue had caught sight of the burly ghost hovering over the girl's shoulder, but she barely batted an eye anymore at such things. In Genosha, everyone had powers that were unique and sometimes quirky. The dark hared mutant's was no exception to the rule.