Rogue didn't need more prompting than that and she climbed into the truck after Molly. Once seated, she quickly put her glove back on and leaned back into her seat with a relieved sigh. It all could have gone so much worse than that but it seemed like she finally caught a break. "I wouldn't mind taking classes on shooting, I don't think I could hit the broad side of a barn if I'm being honest." She flashed Molly an embarrassed grin but shrugged all the same. She had relied heavily on her mutation to get her out of jams and had used the brief but useful training as an X-man to stay out of sight and run when there had been too many zombies to even try to deal with.
If the prison really had that many different type of people, it was little wonder that her being a mutant didn't bother Molly or Sam. So maybe the big guy was just naturally stand offish and it had nothing to do with her. That was something she could handle, after all, she'd managed to get into Logan's good graces and lord knew he wasn't the happiest guy around. "Really?" Rogue's face lit up at Molly's admission and she turned just enough to face the girl without turning her head. "What's your mutation, if you don't mind my askin'?" In her excitement, her accent thickened to the once, strong drawl she used to have back when she lived in Mississippi.