Rogue tucks her hair back behind her ears as she reads his response, glancing out the window at the grey clouds rolling in and then at the room service menu laid out in the desk in her hotel room. The others had gone back to the mansion, but she hadn't wanted to make the trip back down the next day for another meeting... Maybe she should have, in retrospect.

Oh, sorry. No, it's okay, it looks like it'll storm soon. I don't want to drag you out in that to meet me.

It's hard not to let herself tell him the reason she'd contacted him at all just now: She doesn't want to be alone.