Rogue accepted the package carefully, making sure not to touch the other woman with her bare skin. She was still wearing the awful grey uniform she'd been forced to wear by her captors, which made her look like something out of a science fiction movie, but worst of all - she'd lost her gloves. They were somewhere back in the other timeline, wiped out of existence now.

"Is there-" She paused for a moment, swallowing thickly, before looking at Airy with wide, somewhat frightened eyes and asking in her smooth southern drawl, "Is there any chance I could find a pair of gloves somewhere?" The very last thing she wanted to do was accidentally hurt someone. She'd done too much damage already.