Rogue wasn't really herself. She was physically fine, but emotionally a bit of a train wreck. It wasn't easy to have someone else's powers, but she was starting to get used to them. She'd smashed a few things the first couple days. The super strength was taking some getting used to.
But the flight... oh, the flight. Last night she'd gone for a fly after the Mansion went dark... it was amazing.
She wandered into the kitchen just after lunch. The crowd was gone, and that made Rogue happy. She didn't want to have to answer a bunch of questions about Carol. A little smile crossed her features as she went straight up to Remy. She was in a t-shirt, her normal elbow-length gloves, and a pair of jeans. Her gloved hand lifted, covered his face from nose to chin, and she kissed the back of her hand.