"Nothin' you and me can't handle," I say, looking around us when her eyes lose focus like dere's gonna be some kind of box hanging on de wall, 'In case of mutant psychosis, break glass'. Surprise, surprise: no such luck. "I know it's loud, but you can fight it," I go on, attention squarely on Rogue again. "So long as you can still hear me, you be alright. Got dat?"