[ when the bartender glance her way for an answer, she orders them something that is strong enough to loosen any tension, but not quite strong enough for them to forget. unless they have another round, which is disgustingly appealing. rogue also orders them a basket of onion rings despite not really having an appetite.

but she is smart enough to know that drinking on an empty stomach isn't good for the mind, and can lead to a disaster of a mess. and they don't need more of that. once the bartender disappears to make their drinks and to also take the next order, the mutant focuses her eyes solely on the menu in her hands while working her tongue to find the right words for her complex emotions. ]

I feel like a busted mater, but I'm breathin'. I... haven't been quite right since... Remy died. I went slam bonkers, and went to the military base. Demanded answers for Gyrich and Trask.

[ she sets the paper down on the surface and scoots it away from her. ]

I'm still... tryin' to get used to the idea of that swamp rat not comin' around, and steady goin' on 'cause he never got tired of listenin' to himself.