Rogue stopped, looking back at Remy. He just... did he... Ana? She let out a breath, eyes meeting his. It was times like these that she wasn't sure whether she should smack him or hug him. A faint smile hinted at her lips, but it quickly faded. Of course it was complicated. It was always complicated.

She turned towards him. "Its fine. As much as Ah hate being left in the dark.. Ah don't think Ah could handle any more light today." Especially since she had the distinct feeling it wasn't good.

She tilted her head, narrowing her eyebrows. "Just don't make me worry about you. That's all Ah need." Rogue pushed a hand against his chest.