With anyone else in the world, that tactic might have worked like a charm, but all it does is make Rogue angry in turn. She's faced down an angry Wolverine, battled Sabretooth and Magneto and faced death head-on — no way is she being intimidated by some stranger who had no business speaking to her this way.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" she demands, her southern drawl thickening with irritation as she rests her hands on her hips and straightens up, ignoring the twinge in her wounded leg. "I haven't done a damn thing except help in this fight, and that sure doesn't deserve this kind of treatment."