[Rogue half smiled. She couldn't bring herself to even pretend to a full, real one. Instead, her eyes lowered to her hands.

Apocalypse.

And she'd been part of it. Had her mind tapped into, collected everything he needed. It still made her sick.]

Good. Hope y' never have t' deal with 'im. It... Yeah.

Wouldn' wish that on anyone.

[But the question he asked next was better. Easier to focus on that question.]

I'd go back in a minute. It's... not too bad there. Gotten used t' it, a' least.