Rogue padded over, absently dragging the top of her foot along the back of her calf when she stopped in front of him, offering up the six ball.

"Fly. Like birds. We've got airplanes, flyin' machines. People c'n ride in 'em and get all over the world, real fast."

And also she could fly. Like birds. Or had flown. The weekend had reminded her of how badly she missed it, how much she loved it.