It shouldn't be at all surprising that it's Rogue who wanders slowly toward him, taking her time across the strange stone that makes up this world. It should bother her that this world was destroyed in a war, much like her own was, but there's a beauty in this stone that is so far removed from the crumbling ruins of the Earth she'd once called home. With an absence of outward signs of civilization here, she can simply appreciate the crystalline solitude surrounding them as she approaches K, her mind still and quiet.

Years of training at keeping the minds within her own contained has helped immensely when it comes to being among the Nest. Her shields take the form of a large southern plantation home, shutters open and curtains waving in the wind or locked up tight as if preparing for a storm. Today those curtains flutter in a nonexistent breeze, and she reaches out to gently greet K with a brush of her mind against his.

She doesn't say anything as she finally reaches him, taking a look at the readings the equipment has given, and she doesn't push for him to say anything. That stillness of his mind is more than comforting — it's something she can never have, her own quiet nothing more than a facade to cover the chaos that comes from the hundreds of psyches crammed into her head.

But after a few minutes she finally turns to him, a pleasant expression on her face, and asks with genuine curiosity in her smooth southern drawal, "Do you mind it, sugar? Always being asked to do jobs like this?"