Rogue's fairly certain she knows that reaction too, trying to play at being okay when you obviously weren't. She's done it enough times in her life, especially recently here in the City, for such a thing to be second nature and easy to spot in others.

"You've just arrived then, I take it," she comments, keeping her drawl soft and smooth. "That happens to a lot of people, ending up here and not knowing how. It happened to me just a few weeks ago."

She takes a good look at the girl, examining the exhaustion written plain across her face, and it's easy to know what to say next. "I was just about to head home for some dinner. Would you care to join me? Everything will seem a little easier once you've had some food." It was the logic of southern hospitality, good food helped everything.