Rogue blinked, placing her chin in the palm of her gloved hand, watching the woman warily as she sank back against the seat. " I was always a fan of coffee." Her southern accent drew a couple of stares from the next table and she flushed, knowing she was a pariah in a sea of all the same colored fish. This woman obviously belonged here or made it impossible to tell otherwise. Rogue on the other hand, didn't fit in anywhere...except the south and she was far from that type of Kansas now.
" You must be Tessa." She offered her hand, strangely business like for a woman who had been a waitress, a auto mechanic, and a terrorist, but never even close to a office. " I'm Rogue. Nice to meet you." It was more open then she normally was, but she had a job to do...and being slightly relaxed was called for...even if she wasn't comfortable with touch even on the thin material of her gloves.