Rogue wasn't the best at hiding her thoughts when she was confused or stressed, despite having spent so much time as an X-Men. She simply couldn't control what she did or did not project into the mental aether around her person during such times. This was a benefit to Xavier as he could hear her without attempting to pry or break his own code of morals concerning listening without permission. He could pick up on what she needed to hear to push her towards the goals he felt would be the most beneficial to her... the ones that would take her out of enemy hands.
His hand squeezed her golved one, "You can come back with me now. The car will fit all of us and you'll get home with plenty of time to spare before dinner. We can schedule your next session with me and get some time in at the gym or in the DR."
Xavier ever so lightly pushed on her mind with happy thoughts, attempting to elicit memories of the good times and the welcoming feelings... only to find something of a shield preventing him from getting inside. He could still hear what Rogue projected, but something - or more likely, someone sinister - had a mental barrier up to keep others out.
Switching tactics, he focused instead on getting her to project what she could about her experiences with Sinister so far. To that end he frowned slightly and tilted his head, picking up on something to do with a subway and 'Remy'. Something that made her uncomfortable, "Are you okay, Rogue? He hasn't done anything to hurt you has he? Had you hurt others?"