Rogue watched her potential intel investigation flop as Stark left, but for the moment she didn't mind too much. She doubted she would have been able to sway him in any way. Sipping at the drink, she offered a small smile at the words. " I want to get out of here..." She said with a laugh. "I'm kind of a fish out of water in this place." Her eyes drifted to a model sauntering past in nearly nothing bikini and she felt more self-conscious then ever about the gloves and dress. "I don't think you could help with that...not in your job description."