Rogue couldn't help, but watch in slight awe as the metallic hero easily saved the woman from certain doom and a gory death with ease. Her green eyes never left the flying red figure, looking up at him as he hovered above her head, and said nothing. She arched an eyebrow. Where was the common snark? The demand of why she was doing this?
Kicking off from the ground, the southern belle joined him in the perfectly blue sky and offered him a friendly, if not slightly, playful wave. "Ain't it funny meetin' you where, sugah. Like the work? Ah' figured it was so borin', needed some changes," she pointed at the dislodged fountain and the water spraying into the air, "Ah' figured it needed work".