Rogue

"You know, now that I think about it, Layla kinda looks like..." Jamie started, then quickly trailed off when he remembered where he was and whom he was keeping company. He straightened almost immediately, stopping short of actually getting up. The beauty about dealing with himself was that, theoretically, he knew no one better, but the disadvantage in that very fact was just as apparent -- in her present state, Rogue, too, would know no one better than him.

"Never mind. Are you aware of what's going on?"