Just a quick little stroll...
... through the minefield that is her mental landscape.
Rogue sits in the middle of the Danger Room, looking around. It looks empty and sterile, of course, but she knows it isn't. The reason she's chosen this place is, out of all of the places she could think of, this one is the most secure. Most of the people that could make a serious power grab for her mind aren't going to be able to get out of this room easily.
Especially not with the people she's chosen standing guard.
She's calm and focused and waiting until the three men around her are ready.
And then she'll go for a stroll. Hopefully she'll be able to make some sort of a deal that will allow her a little more peace and maybe even a little more control.
Rogue sits in the middle of the Danger Room, looking around. It looks empty and sterile, of course, but she knows it isn't. The reason she's chosen this place is, out of all of the places she could think of, this one is the most secure. Most of the people that could make a serious power grab for her mind aren't going to be able to get out of this room easily.
Especially not with the people she's chosen standing guard.
She's calm and focused and waiting until the three men around her are ready.
And then she'll go for a stroll. Hopefully she'll be able to make some sort of a deal that will allow her a little more peace and maybe even a little more control.