Rogue gave Steve a side-eye look as she considered her options. He would swoop in the second she looked like she might fall, and he was faster than her even when she wasn't sick. Groaning slightly, she rolled her eyes in exasperation before reaching an arm up to his shoulder.

"Might as well just go ahead and do it, sugar," she informed him. "It'll be faster, anyway." She could pick her battles too.