Rogue wasn't exactly a stranger to strange things. Ever since she kissed David and her powers kicked on, strange could well have been her middle name. It wasn't as if there were signs that she was a mutant either. She hadn't been born blue or with wings or a tail or anything like that. She had been your typical high school girl with dreams of traveling across America. It was a bit ironic, really, because in a sense, she had done just that, at least partially, since running away from home and ending up at Xavier's Institute.

Even if she wasn't that much of a stranger to new places, she still stood there, seemingly out of place, with a completely perplexed expression on her face. After all, she had been on the jet, and then here. No rhyme or reason, as least as far as she could tell, and it wasn't as if Kurt were around... Plus, she doubted he would just move her without a reason, and Jean had been- she let out a breath at that.

Tugging the zipper of her Xavier sweatshirt up, Rogue pursed her lips. The others couldn't be too far... Could they? Mumbling to herself, more or less, Rogue stood, debating to go left or right down the street. Or if it even made a difference. "How did Ah even get off the Blackbird... And how do you misplace a jet anyway."