Rogue peeked over his shoulder, studying the fragile frame in the drawer. She couldn't have been much older then herself, for a moment a sick feeling filled her stomach and she looked away...suddenly determined to walk out of there and not do what the Doctor ordered. She was a X-Men...she didn't do this...she saved people.
"I-We should just go..." She muttered, but then her mood shifted and she was all business again.
"Yeah, it looks like it. I'm impressed swamp boy..." She went to move the body to the opening terresect where she was sure it was meant to go. They had different rooms for each after all.