"Bobby!"

Bobby Drake froze (not literally) in his tracks as the angry Southern belle advanced upon him.

"Uh, hey, Rogue. How's it going?" He wracked his brain, trying to remember if he'd pulled any pranks on her lately.

"Bobby Drake. I just read the debrief report from our last mission. You know, right after we got back from Providence?" Rogue spat, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Oh? OH." Realization dawned and Bobby tried to find a way out of this mess.

"OH." Rogue nodded. "I just want to be sure I've got this straight." She glared. "While I was downstairs, fighting to lead my team, get us help, and retain my sanity; you and my mother were upstairs-"

"I didn't mean to!" Bobby shrieked. "She's very persuasive! And I didn't enjoy it!"

"Bobby-"

"Okay maybe I kinda did I mean it's not like she was bad at it or anything but I'll never do it again, I swear!"

"Bobby."

"And I-"

"Just shut up, Bobby." Rogue massaged her temples against the oncoming migraine and stomped away.