[Luckily for him, whatever apprehension that Rogue has about this meeting, it's minimal, stemming primarily from the fact that the Bruce Banner of her world is dead again, which was a whole different Thing. Regardless, she has no desire to add to this Bruce's anxiety and stress levels, but with Avengers from multiple universes existing here already, she figures being direct and open would help avoid negative surprises.
The younger woman smiles as she watches him approach, pushing her sunglasses off of her nose and up into her hair so it barely functioned as a headband. Despite preparing herself, it's like seeing a ghost in some regards.]
And ah'm Rogue. [She drawls in her Southern accent, taking his hand in her gloved one to solidly return the greeting, motioning him to sit with her ice cream cone.] Ah figured you'd have plenty of questions.
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The younger woman smiles as she watches him approach, pushing her sunglasses off of her nose and up into her hair so it barely functioned as a headband. Despite preparing herself, it's like seeing a ghost in some regards.]
And ah'm Rogue. [She drawls in her Southern accent, taking his hand in her gloved one to solidly return the greeting, motioning him to sit with her ice cream cone.] Ah figured you'd have plenty of questions.