"Rogue?" His eyes crinkled a little in amusement. It sounded more like the name for a ship, than a woman, but hey, he wasn't about to judge. She wanted to call herself Rogue, than that was all fine by him. "Nice to meet you, darlin'."

"Rocinante's my ship, my berth, my current homestead, if you will. Still half hopin' that the next time I open one of these doors, she'll be on the other side. Don't know how the hell else I could'a gotten here."