Rogue had stayed inside the lobby - although just barely - at Kitty's insistance. However, when Peter touched her, she still flinched back from him a bit before slowly looking his way. "Suppress it?" she echoed.
Looking past him, to Kitty, she seemed lost for a second before she turned back to him. "You can't suppress it," she stated quietly. "There's no turning it off. It ain't going away. I... I'm so sorry."
She seemed to somewhat get ahold of herself then, and turned back to her friend. "But, I guess since you both won't let me leave," there was a hint of a smile on her face at that statement, "I might as well get a room." Her smile grew, more sincere and less forced. "And, thanks Kitty. For helping me. I probably forgot to say it in the cafe, but I appreciate it a lot."
Because that's what being mature was about, wasn't it? Forgiving people, moving past mistakes and learning to get along despite differences? These people here were doing something right, something good. She'd already screwed things up just by being here. The least she could do now was help them with their work, and the first step had to be getting past whatever issue she might've once had with Kitty Pryde.