Re: Team 2: Rictor, Rogue & Black Dog
Looking for someone? Check. Eyes and ears open? Check. Keeping voice down? Check. Question was, Rogue didn't like the place and she certainly did not like the look of it. But in an effort to make herself feel better as she looked around, she whispered, "So as long as it doesn't completely come down? Got it." She joked a bit. This really looked far too close to the place she had escaped from, or at least as much as she could remember it. Then again that could be her fear talking. She wasn't seeing anything, but she wasn't exactly prepared to go flying around above their heads to see whatever she could. Nope. They didn't need to know she could do that and she wanted to be about as close to anyone else that she could because she wanted to get this over with and go back.
"So if I see a we're open sign somewhere, I should let you know?" she joked a little bit. She really hated this. Rogue had a really bad feeling about this and it was not something she could easily shake. Whoever was in there better be very happy about this and very worth it and she had better not get taken back in for this. No more needles. No more white coats. No more freaky people drugging her and tossing her around like some sack of potatoes. This place really was too quiet.