Isabel felt really silly. She didn't mind Rogue laughing at her because if she were Rogue she would be laughing too. Isabel had completely misread that whole situation. Oops. Well, she was trying to be all PC or whatever. So sue her.
She listened carefully this time so she could get the full picture of what Rogue was talking about exactly. Her mutant power was killing people with touch? That was a shitty power if Isabel ever heard one. That kind of power could kill a person. Everyone needed human touch once in awhile. The maternal part of Isabel sprung to life as sorrow for this girl filled her heart. How awful to never be touched.
"I'm an alien," she said seriously. "You know the alien crash landing in Roswell? That was me. My brother and I and two other aliens were kept in pods for decades until we came out of them." That's why she looked so damn good considering how old she actually was.
"When we came out we didn't know who we were or what we were capable of. We're still learning some things but..." Isabel reached out gently and pressed her hand to Rogue's arm. Nothing happened. No jolt, no nothing. "I'm not human which means you can touch me." Now she felt bad that she wasn't a guy and that her brother was very married. Poor Rogue never knowing what it was like to be touched in that way. Isabel wasn't about to show her either. Her touch was more motherly than anything else. She missed her own mother and it showed.