"Here's a tip: don't ask me about myself." Sure, Rogue was aware that lots of girls liked talking about themselves ad nauseum. She wasn't one of them. Mostly because her own past was pretty damn shady.
She did take the offered seat though, and appeared to have table manners, because she put her napkin on her lap and waited for him to sit before speaking again. "This is a futile effort, you know," she said, this time in English. Sure, the other women at the restaurant would probably think she was nuts. And Rogue didn't really care what they thought.