Her eyes opened, at a party. She was sent here on Xavier's behalf, but she really wasn't sure she could attract the attention of the host; for one she wasn't in a bathing suit and two...Rogue just wasn't sure of herself like that. She huddled around off to the side, trying not to look conspicous, but failing completely. How could she not in gloves and covered up like a snowman? There was a voice behind her, finally someone speaking to her...
He made sense, his accent was different...and he spoke french to her. Chere. It was new to be called something other than freak and when he said they were alike...she almost believed him. Sure, she couldn't see his eyes behind the sunglasses, but that didn't mean anything. It was the first moment in her life where she regretted not being able to touch, but it wasn't the last around him.