Rogue shook her head, slowly, and equally slowly pushed herself away from him.

"No," she said, looking nothing short of hunted.

"No, somethin' ain't right. Somethin' here is- somethin' is here that is wrong." She reached a hand out to grip the side of a stall and pull herself up to standing. Her head snapped up and her gaze fixed on the door to the hallway. There was the faint, echoing sound of voices. She understood the echo was from someplace dark, but she didn't know they had originated in a sewer, years ago.

"D'you hear-" She swallowed, knuckles going white. A tug of war was going on between fight and flight, plain as day, on her face.

"Oh, God, it's Creed. It's the Marauders."