Rogue

Rogue had been rather put out about the fact that her uniform was now way too big for her. Something about being eight made her want to dress up something fierce, and she couldn't even wear her boots. So, barefoot and in the turquoise skirt and tank top she'd appropriated from the box, she was set off around the compound. She had to go check and see if Paige was little or not, and then she had to see what she could and could not do on her lonesome. She'd promised Ned she'd find him again relatively quickly, but a girl needed time to strike out a bit, and anyway she was anxious to see who she'd run into that she knew who had also changed. She had the mental image of a six year old Wesley and it was fairly hilarious.

She brightened as she saw what might have been something even better down the hall.

"Hi," she called out to the vaguely familiar little boy.