[Throughout the meeting the twenty six year old woman can be seen with her arms crossed over her chest and her back leaning against the wall. Her eyes focus on whoever is speaking though every few seconds she finds herself catching a glimpse of a familiar Cajun out of the corner of her eye. She wonders what his thoughts on all of this are, as always he doesn’t look that concerned.

Rogue isn’t displeased with the information provided. She spent more time listening than she had planned. She can’t shake the feeling that this is all very familiar. A leader named Charles who is trying to help in his own grand way. ‘Fearless leader’ seems like an apt title. A smirk tugs at her lips as she imagines the handsome man in front of her with a bald head.

She wishes Beast were here. He’d be able to find out more and maybe even build them a way home. If that platform brought them here then he’d be the one to reverse it. She exhales a slow breath turning to those around her.]

This is just going to lead us into a heap of trouble. [Southern tones touch her voice as she continues.] I nearabout thought we might learn more at this meeting. What do you think Sugar?