Rogue was proud of herself for managing not to flinch at the rattling of the windows. An emotional telekinetic was never an easy thing to deal with, but she'd weathered worse storms than this. And it was Jean.

"It's called the City of Sin," she explained gently, carefully. "We don't know where it is, or why or how it exists, but there are dozens of us who have been brought here from different universes and timelines. But I'm sorry, sugar, no version of Scott is here."