Rogue withheld comment. She had kept up with her private training, yes, but not over the past few days -- things had been different. But she was fueled by more than one violent emotion, and she had a plan, and frankly, right now she'd welcome a little physical pain. Maybe it would be a release from the pain she couldn't excise in her heart.

She set the scene at the console and they strode into a Japanese dojo. She put her arms above her head and stretched, then dropped them and rolled her shoulders. "Claws in, gloves on?"