[...of course it said something. It said he was out of his mind and dangerously close to treating her just like everyone else. And she was, by no stretch of the imagination, everyone else. She was Rogue, and she was untouchable.
Her guard returns with such a natural tightening of her features, that it would be hard to tell it had ever slipped.
She moves back herself, reclaiming her hand and popping her collar against the incoming cold.]
Guess that makes you the one lookin' for a miracle.
[And with that, she'll start towards the door again.]
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Her guard returns with such a natural tightening of her features, that it would be hard to tell it had ever slipped.
She moves back herself, reclaiming her hand and popping her collar against the incoming cold.]
Guess that makes you the one lookin' for a miracle.
[And with that, she'll start towards the door again.]