Rogue smiled faintly. "Ah thought that was just the life of an X-Man," she said honestly.
She smirked at Sam's exchange with the bartender. The southern man came here more often than she would have thought, but then again, Rogue had to admit the place was a bit on the relaxing side.
Just because she wasn't used to talk about Mystique in her head didn't mean she minded it. It was a fact of her life right now. She pushed some hair behind her shoulder and grinned. "Sam, admit it, ya loved the crazy and noise. Ya'd been frightened if it was any other way."