Rogue tried to pull out of his grip but when that only served to tighten his hold around her throat, she reluctantly stopped struggling. With him wearing gloves, there wasn't a chance for her to use her mutation on him and that left her well and truly screwed. That being the case, she didn't see the point in playing along. "Go to hell," she told him with a glare, her brown eyes shinning with a mixture of anger and fear.
What else could she do but mouth off? Magneto's experience wouldn't really come in handy until she actually had an opportunity to escape and with her emotions were starting to get the better of her, his voice steadily became white noise in her head along with the rest if they bothered to toss in their two cents. Her focus was on the weirdo with the mask and the small bit of hope that someone, anyone in the prison realized that she was gone. But what she really wanted was for Logan to have caught wind that she was missing. She knew it'd been years since he'd promised to protect her and that she wasn't a little girl anymore that had to rely on him but in that moment, she wanted him to come through that door to save her just like he had on the night Magneto had almost killed her.
He'd never let her down before and maybe, just maybe, he'd be there for her now.