Her smile warmed some when the tension died down. That was much better. "A little, I've been here for about," she paused and tilted her head as she thought about the night Molly and Sam had picked her up. "About half a month, give or take a day or two." It wasn't long at all but it definitely felt that way with everything that had gone down in the meantime.
She couldn't help the sheepish grin and she moved her hand in a so so gesture. "I'm getting better so that's something, right?" Her gun was safely tucked away on her hip holster, a new weight that she was slowly getting accustomed to. "Honestly, I'd rather use my hands."
Rogue intended to stay in the prison long term and that meant that she'd have to own her mutation. She couldn't expect people not to fear her if she was scared of herself. "What about you?" She moved to lean against her side to keep watch and to glance over at Isaac so she wouldn't have to turn her neck constantly.