Rogue was well aware it was early in the morning, but unable to sleep, she had found herself at the Master of Magnetism's door with only the slightest notion of what she was really doing there. She wanted to talk to him, but she wasn't sure about what or anything.
It had been a good few months since she arrived on the island and so far she had taken advantage of the time to think, hard, on what she was really doing here. True, her foster mother had a lot to do with her current status, but so did her current lack of faith in anything else. Rogue was known for her bouncing, but she really wanted a permanent residence. She wanted black and white and now more gray. Hence the reason she had come to The Brotherhood in the first place. They were all about the starkness that occupied the world.
Currently, she was seated in the sitting room of the mansion, let in by a servant of the rich household, and pulling on her gloves nervously. Her last visit to the mansion had been quite horrible. She could only hope this one went better. She had kept herself out of trouble and her powers in check with numerous heavy covering. Even now, she was dressed in a green hooded cloak and body suit with no amount of skin showing but her face.