Rogue spotted 'Jason' when he came into view and glanced around a bit before making her way to him. He wasn't too far away from the club still, which put her a bit more at ease. Surely if he wanted to try something stupid, he'd do it without so many witnesses? Unless, of course, he had some sort of ability that made him consider the witnesses to be nothing more than mere inconveniences.
She very nearly scowled at that thought, recognizing it as one of Magneto's without having to even try and pinpoint its origin. Logan didn't think like that. Neither did she. And no one else trapped in her head did, either. She hated when she thought like Magneto, too. She didn't want to be anything like him.
Forcing the ill feelings away, the young woman offered 'Jason' a smile as she drew close. "It feels like everyone knows who I am," she murmured. "I should probably blame you for that. There's comfort that comes with being unaware." Her slight Southern drawl sounded a bit more pronounced in a state where the accent was unusual. She wasn't as bad as what they made her out to be in those comics she'd glanced at online, though. It was hard for her to even understand what was being said, in those things.
Leaning lightly against the ledge, Rogue turned so she was partially facing him. Her tone was clear that she didn't really blame him. Just as her body language was obvious that she wanted to keep her distance. If only to avoid any accidental contact, in her case.