Rogue broods, staring at the rain as the "group meeting" unfolds. The nurses propose a painting exercise. As everyone gets into pairs, you and Rogue stand partnerless. With a grunt, Rogue grabs the (non-toxic) paint, drawing on the canvas without a word.

"Are you just gonna stare, or are you gonna help?" Rogue's gruff, slightly strained voice calls out to you as you stand in the middle of the room. He waits for you to join him at his table near the window.