Rogue continued through the drawers, finding another fallen, shrunk figure and lifting it through the terresect with ease. Her strength had returned and she could lift anything quite easily. It was nice to have it at her command. At the comment, Rogue shrugged and looked a way from the Cajun. "I'm not acting anyway...this is who I'am." The words were out of her mouth, but they didn't ring true. She paused, head spinning...memories filled her head. Whose were they? They weren't hers.
"Remy..." Her voice trailed off and she leaned against the wall, head pounding. Who was in her head?