Rogue's face softened when he didn't seem to be scared of her after her explanation. It was nice and a relief. Even at Xavier's school there were some students who never dared to get anywhere near her. Being a mutant didn't automatically make people accepting of everyone else but luckily that wasn't the case for everyone. "Try opening an oven when all the lighter clothes are in the wash and all you have is a thick sweater. I was this close to passing out." She held her thumb and pointer finger not far from each other. "Worth it for fresh brownies," she added, her eyes gleaming in amusement.
"Nah, the last things I absorbed already wore off." It was a good thing because the hunger she'd taken from the Leviathan had been one of the harder things she'd ever had to suppress. It had scared the hell out of her when she'd looked at Logan and seen food, regardless of how quickly that feeling had passed. "I've tried controlling what I can do but it hasn't really worked. I just found out that the longer I touch, the longer I keep the powers which has come in handy."
She'd heard that there were werewolves in the prison and was intrigued. "Have the teen wolf jokes been done to death?" She'd had a Micheal J. Fox phase and that was definitely a movie she'd seen more than once. "Because if not, that's a darn shame." Her curiosity got the better of her, it usually did, and she couldn't lay off the questions. "Are there more wolves in the prison?"