Rogue slipped easily through the shadows, moving as quietly and quickly as she could. Her face and body were well covered, hidden beneath a mixture of green and black cloth. The only visible image was her eyes and it was going to be hard to figure anything out from them. The southern belle had practice hiding her emotions and everything that came with them.
The brunette peeked around a corner, freezing as she caught sight of the familiar, brooding figure of Iron Man. Not that she couldn't take him out...or at least try, but she hadn't really thought about fighting or encounters of any kind since Sabertooth. Swallowing, she decided merely to stay hidden and quiet.