After her small chat with Logan and his friend, Laura, Rogue felt a little more at ease. She'd held out hope that she would get to see him again someday. There had never been any doubt in her mind that he would be able to survive the virus outbreak and all those supernatural creatures that had come out of the woodwork soon after. If only one of them made it, it would have been him but thinking he was alive was different from actually seeing it for herself. He better be prepared for the hug that was in store for him because she had meant it when she'd told him that she would collect on that.
The thrill of seeing Logan aside, however, she hadn't expected to walk into what apparently was a complete and utter shitstorm. Rogue didn't have all the details but she didn't need them to know that it was bad whatever it was. If she was still traveling with Bobby and his group, she might have thought twice about going to Everett, but she was alone and had been for so long that even Dick Roman wouldn't keep her away from the prison and all of the living, breathing people inside of it. She wanted to be able to have conversations with people that she didn't have to worry about stabbing her in the back for the few precious things she carried in her bag. She didn't even care that she'd have to cover most of her skin around the clock. Being able to wear a tanktop or shorts wasn't that important to her.
While she waited for Molly and her friend Sam, Rogue put on a long sleeved coat and wrapped a scarf around her neck. The less skin that was exposed, the better her chances were of not accidentally touching anyone. Still, her gloves had metal clasps in the center of the palm and would come off with a hard tug. She hadn't survived this long without being cautious. As sweet as Molly had been, she knew better than to go with her without an escape plan in mind. Even after the world had gone to pot, Rogue had come across humans that hated mutants as much as they did when everything was fine.