If there's one thing Rogue knows, it's what it looks like when someone is running for their life. She recognizes the frantic, desperate movements of the young red-haired woman down the way, and the sight tugs at her heart because she'd been that woman herself once. Just trying to survive...

She runs now to catch up with the woman, the girl really, who looks about to fall over at any second. Stopping at her side, not quite in her way so as not to startle the poor thing, Rogue holds out a gloved hand and carefully, quietly asks, "Sugar, are you alright? Do you need any help?"