It only takes a few more words before Sean makes the connection, stunned recognition flickering quickly across his features before he replaces it with an all-business scowl, his back straightening.

"I'm sure we both could've done without e'er crossin' paths again," he says, trying to remember that, whoever's words those are, it's still Rogue saying them. Not another person, just some shadow left over from that baffling curse of a power of hers. "What in the hell're ye talkin' 'bout, Darkholme?" he asks, carefully keeping the question from bleeding into how he spits the name, hiding any scrap of doubt he's got about it.