A swell of grief takes her breath away and for a horrible second she's afraid she might start crying in front of this kind stranger. But she doesn't -- she steels herself and straightens up, pulling herself together enough to offer him a small, wavering smile and a nod of acknowledgment.

"I hope you're right." She desperately hopes. It's only been a few days, but in the quiet moments of the night, the terror grips her that the mission had failed and they hadn't been able to change anything.

Almost physically shaking off the air of sadness around her, Rogue forces her expression to be a bit brighter, her tone lighter and buoyed by a change of topic. "I'm sorry to be so gloomy when we've just met, sugar, and especially when you've just gotten here. Have you found anyone you know yet?"