<div class="floatleft">(http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/4378/xmenl35.jpg) </div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Rogue<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  X-men, resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>  LA<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Marcus, Mid-Knight, Thor<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Rogue shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands. "Ah don't know, sugah; the Professor hasn't been in touch. Ah figure he's spread us 'round, and help where we can. Cyclops could be anywhere. As for Iron Man." Her lips quirked in a half-smile. "Ah'm thinking he'll be busy 'nuff fo' sure with that transmission 'n all. Won't be counting on him to help us out down 'ere. In fact, I don't think we should count on getting help any time soon. Unless we can get them from the prisoners."<br/><br/>She strolled inside with the others and leaned in the doorway, her hip against what was left the framework. The food was declined with a little shake of her head. "I'm good but thank you, hon. Reminds me we might want to take stock at the supermarkets. Ah doubt the KFC's gonna reopen any time soon."<br/><br/>As far as plans went, Rogue found she had little to contribute. Marcus' tale fueled her drive for action, but common sense told her no. "Any chance of you sketching us a map, Wreck?" It was a name as good as any other. Colossus, Beast or Wreck; she'd learned that names like that usually fit the content pretty well. "Ah hate the thought of going in there, and ah'd hate it even more going in blind." Her solemn gaze trailed towards the broken window and she stared at the scant light streaming in. "We're too few to take them head on. Might have been different if we had more information, but we don't know what all that judgment virus can do. Or how many mutants Pestilence has created. Maybe we can make a stand if they're coming for us, but fighting on their ground... Ah don't like it, guys."