[ It's not, of course, but they can get to that later. That and a whole heap of other things. ]
I'm Rogue. [ Hank. Hank McCoy, she realizes, and everything finally clicks into place for her. There's affection in her voice now, a fondness he probably won't understand, and her expression is apologetic as she continues. ]
Sorry, doc, but I can't. My mutation's in my skin and-- [ She holds up a hand, bare and more dangerous than he could know. Because it's clear that this Hank doesn't know her, at least not yet. ]
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I'm Rogue. [ Hank. Hank McCoy, she realizes, and everything finally clicks into place for her. There's affection in her voice now, a fondness he probably won't understand, and her expression is apologetic as she continues. ]
Sorry, doc, but I can't. My mutation's in my skin and-- [ She holds up a hand, bare and more dangerous than he could know. Because it's clear that this Hank doesn't know her, at least not yet. ]