Rogue watched him incredulously as the mysterious man ordered up a bottle of vodka and shot glasses, working quickly to fill them up and sliding a few over to her. "Really?" she asked, "Guess its a good thing ah'm not then. Ah' like my southern charm".
Rogue looked at him curiously before taking up a shot glass and downing it with shocking ease. "Personal Jimmy Cricket then", she concluded, putting down the glass and propped her chin in the palm of her hand. "It really depends on your definition of fulfillment, don't it?" she concluded with a wary smile in his direction, "Ah' never thought a conscious would be wearin' sunglasses in a bar".