"Off puttin'?" Her brow lifts. What a strange choice of phrase, but then again she's the queen of Southern colloquialisms. Who was she to judge?

But then it makes sense and she relaxed a bit further, her gaze shifting from him to their surrounding enclosure with a frown.

"Ah don't know Connor, what if ah want to stay here? How much air you think ah got to meditate it out?"

Sass you say? Rogue wouldn't know a thing about that.