Rogue really didn't like sharing and caring one bit. Especially with someone she had only met at the bar a couple hours earlier, when she was drunk no less, and that much more vulnerable. Still, she was in it now, wasn't she? No way out except to tell the truth and God knows she didn't want to do that, but all of it hinged on the fact of him believing it. His red eyes, almost like the devils, made it seem he would, but she knew appearances were not everything.
"Your red eyes. Ah'm guessin' mutation, but ah' don' really know for sure. Ah' have one too anyway", she admitted finally, "Its complicated, but the bottom line is, ya shouldn' touch me. No skin to skin contact at all". Her tone was dead serious, but she knew how she would come off as to the Cajun. Some girl who just didn't want to be touched, bad experience with love and intimacy or something, but he wanted the truth and he got it. Partially anyway.