Soooo. This is Russia...
Rogue looks around, having landed the plane, after some interesting negotiations wiht the local air traffic control. She's sure she's been to Russia before but Russia is a very large place and she can't really remember one way or another for certain.
All of the different memories get jumbled after awhile. If she hasn't been here, certainly five or six people in her mind remember having been here. It was a very long flight and she's taking her time in stretching out. There is that general feeling of malaise and being worn down.
She wonders, for a moment, how Piotr got here. Flying coach would have to be miserable for him. Rogue shivers a bit at the memory of the last time she flew on an airplane. The whole thing was spent in fear that someone would end up brushing against her skin. Not that she wasn't more than adequately covered up but accidents happen.
Now, once Kitty joins her, she just has to figure out where to go next, or rather where to go more specifically than just Russia.
All of the different memories get jumbled after awhile. If she hasn't been here, certainly five or six people in her mind remember having been here. It was a very long flight and she's taking her time in stretching out. There is that general feeling of malaise and being worn down.
She wonders, for a moment, how Piotr got here. Flying coach would have to be miserable for him. Rogue shivers a bit at the memory of the last time she flew on an airplane. The whole thing was spent in fear that someone would end up brushing against her skin. Not that she wasn't more than adequately covered up but accidents happen.
Now, once Kitty joins her, she just has to figure out where to go next, or rather where to go more specifically than just Russia.