The southern belle blinked, shifting in the plush chair. She felt as if she had been asleep, daydreaming rather than remembering; it puzzled her. She swallowed, slipping a white strand behind her ear. "Really? Ah couldn tell...felt like ah was sleeping..." Slowly, Rogue pushed herself up and stretched, long arms above her head before they settled at her side again and she sunk down on the edge of the seat. "Is that all then?"