[There's a deep, pained empathy that swirls in the green of her eyes at that information, as well as the spark of her own anger. It merely smolders for now. She knows better than to let her temper loose.]

Ah'm sorry. [She can tell it's still fresh for him, and her heart goes out to him.] Ah know what that life is like. To lose friends an' family, to have those you protected turn against you, an' to struggle with keepin' hope.

[The hand on his chest stills, splaying over his skin tucked beneath his shirt.]

Ah'd be worried if you were prepared for it. [Unfortunately, there's a lot that's happened here that Rogue was indeed more prepared for than she'd like to admit. Mind control and loss of her powers both being on that list of experiences. The simmer of anger fades as the subject shifts, and her voice softens.]

Flirtin' aside, if you have questions, you can ask me. Ah won't judge. Ah'm in no place to, if we're bein' honest.