Rogue has been sane for precisely two days - or one day and some odd hours, but that wasn't what Rogue spent her time counting. She was busy trying to continue to keep her mind quiet, and when the door to the Item Shop opened she was sorting through the recent restocking of nuts and bolts. She found the monotony soothing, almost like a form of meditation.

She didn't need super senses to tell it was Logan; she knew his tread, the particular heaviness of his adamantium coated bones. So he's back.

And Rogue was abruptly coldly furious. One hand clenched into a fist, and she took a controlling breath. By the time he got back into the room where she was, Rogue was all set to ignore him.