Rogue finally made it up and over her head with the tank top. The tear was down the middle on the front, only an inch or two. Actually, it did wonders to accentuate her breasts--a fact that she'd figure out later and kinda like. But now she had other things on her mind.
"Nothing. It's..." Rogue shook her head. "Ah don't want you thinkin' it's a code name. Ah want you ta know me. Not who you want me ta be." She was trying not to think about the Jean thing.