"Can't much tell, the 'lousy's pretty potent," Rogue sighed. She dropped her hand and looked at him, and her eyebrows tugged toward each other as her expression turned worried.

"Lordy. You're lookin' a li'l rough around th'edges yourself, sugar." She instinctively reached over to touch his hand, starting to say, "you okay?" and trailing off when her fingertips slid across his skin. She pulled the hand back, slowly, and her face went nearly blank for a moment.

"Oh mah God," she said softly, looking down. "Oh mah God, what happened?"