A glance told her that he was wearing gloves, although even if he hadn't been she of course was. Still, it served to put her at ease even more. Not having to worry about accidentally brushing up against a stranger who didn't understand what her power could really do... it was a pleasant experience for Rogue. It was typically only at the mansion that she felt as though people really grasped just how dangerous her skin could be.
She eyed the container with more curiosity than wariness, her own gloved hand taking it from him as her gaze cut to his face. "Why are you doin' this?" she questioned as she, too, finally perched along the ledge. Her feet dangled slightly, the container of food resting comfortably in her lap as she slowly began to remove one of her gloves.