He doesn't have to wait long. Two rings in, she picks up the call, sliding to a stop in the middle of a hallway and giving the phone her full attention. There's no way she expects it to be him, she's honestly stopped hoping to hear from him by this point, but an unknown number on this line usually means X-Men business. And despite everyone in the world dealing with the incredible revelation that aliens are real and tried to destroy New York City, it's still business as usual at Xavier's School.

"This is Rogue," she answers clearly and automatically, southern drawl so much lighter than it had been during their first meeting; now that her life isn't being upended, she's got a much better hold on her accent.