The corner of Rogue's lips turned up into a small grin at his joke. "I have, once."
She glanced from Lucien to the zombies as she forced herself to stand her ground rather than start running again like her instincts were telling her to do. All he did was speak, he didn't even wave a hand or anything, and the zombies fell like someone had cut their strings. Her eyes widened and her gaze moved back to Lucien. "How did you do that?" She hadn't seen it with her own eyes but she'd been told Jean had done something similar to a bunch of soldiers back in Alcatraz and she had been one of the strongest mutants Rogue had ever known.
Her hand released the grip on the butt of her gun and she took a step towards him, more curious than frightened. "I'm Rogue, pleasure to meet you." She held out her gloved hand with a warm smile. "Thanks for your help, I think I might have bitten off more than I could chew when I left the prison," she admitted.