Furred Boots crunch softly as she lands on the ground with a loud thud, green eyes narrowing just a touch. Her hands stay visible, gloveless fingers flexing once before she placed her hands on her waist and leans on her hip her attire is a rugged, ripped from her usual skin battlesuit of yellow and green, now it had more exposed skin, tattered primal look, Rogue's white and brown long voluminous hair and a headband ,giving her that savage land look, her green eyes focused forward.

“Well now… ain’t every day I run into someone I don’t recognize.” A small pause. She studies posture, breath, intent — the way she always does.

“Relax, sugah. If I wanted you flat on the ground, you’d already be there.” Her accent carries that warm Louisiana lilt, calm but guarded. “Name’s Rogue. I’m just passin’ through, tryin’ to figure out who belongs… and who’s about to make my day real complicated.” A faint smirk curves her lips, but her eyes stay sharp. “So. You plannin’ on trouble… or can we start this conversation like civilized folks?”