Rogue took slow, careful breaths in an attempt to calm herself down. She needed to not freakout, according to Magneto, if they even wanted a chance to get out of the room alive and preferably in one piece. It was working, sort of, when she heard the door open. She couldn’t help but look in that direction, wanting to know who had abducted her and why. As soon as she saw the burlap sack over the guy’s head, though, she took it all back, she didn’t want to know and she definitely didn’t want to be in the room with him. The sack itself wasn’t exactly frightening but the fact that he was wearing it? That sent up all kinds of red flags that pointed at him being a psycho, as if knocking her out and kidnapping her wasn’t enough.
Calm, you have to be calm. A reaction is what he wants.
She took his advice and reluctantly looked directly at the mask, even if it did give her the creeps, and she tried to look unbothered but came off as wary as she shrugged. “I’d feel better if you loosened the restraints.” Yeah right, like that was actually going to work but it was better than telling him that she was scared and wanted to be anywhere but there with him at the moment. “Think you can do that for me?”
She knew she wasn’t half as good an actress as Magneto had been with Roman last night but she was never under this much scrutiny before or had her mutation rendered useless. All she could do was play along until he hopefully thought she was too boring to do whatever he had in mind to her. “Or you can let me go, I’m not that picky.” Her fingers flexed in nervous agitation as she looked at him, a habit she had gained ever since she started wearing gloves.