<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://www.peacefuldumpling.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/whip-it-ellen-page-drew-barrymore-3-250x303.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kitty Pryde<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gym<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 7th,11:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rogue, CLOSED<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Kind of hard to miss the beating of a bag....<br/><hr/><br/>It wasn't hard to see that Rogue was far from fine. Shit, Kitty wasn't even an empathy, and even she could feel the anger and frustration roiling off of her like some sort of heat wave. Didn't say anything though, merely flexed a bit into the bag, giving Rogue a base to vent out her hate and frustration on. There was little int the way of a response to Rogue saying she was fine, merely Kitty shaking her head. "Just keep swinging..."<br/><br/>When Rogue stopped, Kitty would step back. Fingers raked through her hair as she moved to a small shelf, grabbed another water, and silently offered it to the frustrated woman as she took a nearby set upon one of the weight machines. At the snappish question, Kitty merely shook her head. "Not usual someone's down here this late. Typically it's just me in the control room. So when I heard you, I came to check it out. Now I'm here to spot you for your workout..." it was a simple enough answer, and true, to a point. Her and Rogue knew each other, just not well. They were amicable at the best of times, and snippy at the worst. Kitty wasn't going to probe at the moment, she was just...there.