"Big boy's right, guys," Rogue said. She leaned against a broken wall and crossed an arm over her stomach, fingers hooking behind the belt on the hip. "We don't know what's going on in there. Or how many mutants that Pestilence gal got to help 'er. Ah ain't no scared cat but ah like mah odds better than this." Her keen, green eyes found Marcus. "Sounds like you know the most of what's going on, Marcus. Anything else yah can tell us? Where the captives are held, maybe?"<br/><br/>She waved a hand towards the now silent speakers. "We need to find out all we can. Cuz that message is gonna spark a response. Ah figure this Apocalypse and his sweethearts ain't gonna sit on their hands while we get organized. So, we need to decide. What can we do here, or do we have to go. Find Iron Man and team up? Personally, ah'm don't like leaving what few people survived down here to the likes of Pestilence and whatever else they got. But if we stay 'n fight, we gonna need a plan."