It's hard to miss the approach of another host, someone familiar but not. Rogue's spent so much of her life around telepaths and others with mental abilities that she picks up on the presence as soon as it filters closer, and she makes sure to project an open feeling as best she can.

"Just wanted a little peace and quiet, I guess."

Her voice is a gravelly southern drawl, so little time having passed since her altercation with Bucky that it's difficult to speak. She still does it though, because it's nice to have someone to talk to at all.

"What about you, sugar?"