"Uhh, no, not exactly..." He stopped, unsure of how to continue. She knew very little of him, so he was sure she meant it as an innocent question. How could she have possibly known the emotions and memories it would dredge up for him?
And how could he possibly tell her that the reason he hadn't done so - the reason he had not searched out any other X-Men besides Psylocke (who had found him, actually) - was because of his betrayal of the team back in his world. He was still guilt-ridden over his actions. Psylocke's lack of knowledge regarding those events seemed to suggest that any others who might be here would be similarly unaware of what went down between him and Mr. Sinister, but he didn't want to risk it. Plus, he felt like just seeing any of their familiar faces would serve as a painful reminder of what he had become. Hell, that was definitely the case even with this version of Rogue, but then she was the one person who he knew he could not stay away from, even in an alternate form.
Still, he knew she would probably be waiting for some kind of clarification on his answer, so he decided to give her an honest, if somewhat vague, explanation.
"I guess it's all happened so fast, I ain't really had de time, you know? Besides, as much as I love de team, me and dem don't always see eye-to-eye. It's been a little refreshing to have some time to myself. Well, mostly to myself. Dere is Lis'beth, but she seems to be enjoying it here even more den I am. I'm pretty sure she ain't in no hurry to go looking for de past, neither.
"As for mutants, I'm sure dere's probably more of em floating around dese parts, but dis city is positively full of freaks and weirdos, from what I've seen. And I mean dat in a good way. I don't think mutants have too much to worry about here...dis is a world full of strange, which I t'ink is good for us.
"How about you? You been doing some poking around of your own, I take it?"