Following Jean into the kitchen, she couldn't help but marvel at the state of the mansion. It was well-lit, pristine in comparison to what she'd grown accustomed to. It almost didn't feel right, even though this was the way the mansion was supposed to look. Another thing she didn't want to say out loud. And if she knew that Jean was holding back on any questions, Rogue would have been grateful for it.
She'd barely had time to process what was happening when she'd been woken up, broken out, and brought to take Kitty's place. And then she'd ended up here, still in a prisoner uniform. Which, speaking of, she was looking forward to finding a replacement for. Though Rogue supposed that no one here would even recognize it for what it was. At least it wasn't black and white stripes.
"Oh. Wow." She'd stopped a few steps behind Jean, making sure to keep enough distance between them. If she normally didn't want to risk bumping into someone, she definitely didn't want to risk bumping into a pregnant woman. But a fridge stocked with food... that was like heaven to her. She rubbed at the back of her neck, trying not to look like she was ready to just pull everything out of the refrigerator and eat until she got sick. "Um. Lasagna. You should sit down. Are you supposed to be on your feet?"