Rogue smiled hesitantly at the silly arguements of the children; it was more life then they had showed all week. She couldn't remember arguing with siblings, mostly because she never had any. Her friends and her argued sometimes, but mostly it involved throwing dolls at each other or calling one ugly.
At his question, the southern belle turned her green eyes on the Doctor. There was a leap in her system, change response to seeing Sinister...it was strangely happy. " Better now." The words were not something she had in mind to come out in addressing him and she looked a way. " I mean I'm okay."