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Rogue's room had the air of one that was unlived in. It had been almost half a year since she'd begun sleeping at other people's places. Mostly Spike's, a few times Wolverine's, but almost never in a room alone. She spent time her in her room, and kept things there, but it didn't feel the way it had when it had been constantly a mess and fully hers.

That kind of thing seemed to be going around. At least, her room wasn't the only thing that felt half-alien and unfamiliar.

After more than two hours of not moving, Rogue's eyelids twitched. Her lashes fluttered open and she took in the room with a calm, steady gaze. Not sedated- not any more- although a certain lethargy clung to her initial movements, turning her head and and shifting against the mattress, pushing herself up on her elbows and frowning a little as her head fell forward, heavy.

"Mnh."

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"I know," she said without blinking, "just like I taught her to be. Believe you me, Sean," she continued, drawling, padding around the bed back to the side he stood on, "you should count your blessings that I'm the strongest one in here, as opposed to, say, your cousin."

She smiled, slowly, clearly amused.

"Because he is in here with us, Sean, and I'm sure he'd love to say hello."