With your powers. [Rogue offers her a knowing smile as she works to carefully tear the sleeve into strips, watching the other woman's reactions steadily. She probably shouldn't be enjoying this, but the salty, less mature part of her is delighting in Raven's suffering.]

Evidently you don't know me.

[What if she's better in her universe?

Her glare eventually softens at that thought, her eyes closing as she sighs to compose herself. Damn conscious. When she opens them, there's less animosity.]

It's complicated, and now ain't exactly the time. We're probably from alternate universes.