<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/4/47515/1271580-rogue92.jpg) </div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Rogue<br/><br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  X-men, resistance<br/><br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>  New York Upstate<br/><br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Streak, Emma, Morlock Healer<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>"<strong>Thank yah, Sir, that's a mighty fine talent; ah feel as good as new.</strong>" She flexed her fingers and admired the healed, smooth skin. The razorcuts had vanished as had most of her fatique. She pushed to her feet, straightened and raked her fingers through her hair as she cast a misschievous grin at Streak.<br/><br/>"<strong>Sorry sugah, Emma's the kissing gal 'round 'ere. However, yah deserve this...</strong>" Gliding up close, Rogue eyed her gloves and selected a fingertip that was stilll whole. She kissed it, and gently touched his lips. Green eyes sad and kind, Rogue stepped back and turned to Emma.<strong>"What happened to Cyclops, hon? Ah know yah hollared for help, but ah couldn't make heads or tails of that message."</strong><br/><br/>Her gaze adjusted to the Morlock, "<strong>Ah thank yah for leaving the tunnels, Sir. Have the Morlocks been safe down there?</strong>" She thought of Storm, who had earned their leadership after defeating Callisto. Where was Storm now? Or Callisto. Rogue sighed and her expression grew somber.<br/><br/>While the trio walked towards the safehouse Rogue took to the skies and scouted their surroundings from above. Mung's memories were fading away, but Rogue still felt his fear when she thought of the dark presence controlling the mutant's mind. Once they arrived, she landed beside the Morlock and held the door for him. "Ah know many powers cost something to use 'm," she said. "If yah need anything, Sir, ah'd be happy go and get whatever. It's the least ah can do after all yah doing for us.