[ Having another presence in her mind is nothing new to Rogue, and it almost makes her feel like she did in the old days back at the mansion, though the woman in front of her is quite a bit different than Charles Xavier. It feels pleasant though, and the atmosphere of the gardens does wonders to chase the memory of the mansion from her mind -- it's a good thing, since there are cracks in the walls of her grand plantation house, the shutters unhinged, the windows full of broken glass. She'll have to work on building up her shields again if she's to keep the psyches in her mind at bay.
A deep breath, held for a few long moments, and then she nods, reaching up with gloved hands to nervously tuck striped hair back behind her ears before taking that offered seat. The grey of her gloves is like a dark smudge against the white of the clothes she'd been provided, but the last thing she wants is to hurt anyone here. ]
Why was I brought here? [ Her voice is soft, a smooth southern drawl coloring the vowels. ]
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A deep breath, held for a few long moments, and then she nods, reaching up with gloved hands to nervously tuck striped hair back behind her ears before taking that offered seat. The grey of her gloves is like a dark smudge against the white of the clothes she'd been provided, but the last thing she wants is to hurt anyone here. ]
Why was I brought here? [ Her voice is soft, a smooth southern drawl coloring the vowels. ]