The knock on his door was on one level unexpected. Dr. Moreau had read Rogue's file and was at least aware of the problems she was facing in her every day life. However, that did not translate into her coming to visit him at all. Essex however had been expecting it. Even a cursory scan of the woman's mind, which was sort of like trying to pick out a single image in one of those old illusion books, revealed she was deeply conflicted about her abilities. That was enough to say she would be looking for some kind of assistance at some point. The question was simply how long she would hold out.
The Doctor was himself, smiling, if a bit pale when he answered the door. He'd been in the middle of washing his hands after dealing with a laboratory sample. No use in possibly contaminating anything else with what he was working on.
"Miss..." He blinked blankly for a moment. "You'll have to forgive me, try as I might I cannot seem to forestall the movement of age. Refresh my memory on your name if you would."