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Moment of Awesome - Beatrice Davis/Birdy: Running across Rogue in the kitchen, Birdy finds herself sharing more than she usually does. Again, Bea felt like a fish out of water as she looked at the woman. She seemed far too young to be 'an oldie' but maybe that was part of her mutation. Instinctively, the blonde had begun to tidy up the shared space, though she paused at the offer to look down at it. Her stomach growled traitorously and the flush that had mostly vanished returned with a vengeance at the betrayal. "That sounds lovely, thank you so much." She stood on her tiptoes to fetch a plate and when she returned a soft laugh slipped out. "Sorry, sorry, you said so much I only just understood it all. Beatrice, Beatrice Davis, I, uh, well, maybe I'm new? I came in November but I was pretty out of it for a while. I, uh, I don't know what a Danger Room is, sorry, I'm Canadian, if that's an American term, it's missed me entirely." Rogue's eyes widened. "Oh!! I have had sex with many Canadians! I'm basically one at this point." She laughed loudly. "I'm teasing kinda. I've lived in Montreal for a long time though, and me and my partner have cabins in Northern BC, in the Yukon, oh man .... lots of places. I don't even know all the random shacks he thinks are homes." She took another huge bite of her sandwich, and chewed thoughtfully for a moment. "But wow, November. I think I might have come back around then. I swear, I'm leaving any moment .... gotta get back to my practice, even though all my clients are remote anyways. Since being here, I'm not really doing much other than the danger room -- OH! Right you asked about that. It's our simulation room for exercising and using our powers." That drew a laugh from Bea, before a hand quickly covered her mouth. While her blue-green eyes remained amused there was a touch of embarrassment at her action, though she tried to smooth past it by beginning to put together a sandwich for herself. “Well that’s one way to do it. I was just born in Selkirk, Manitoba, if you’ve never been, I can’t judge, it’s a whole lotta nothing.” Bread, lettuce, lettuce, a slice of what appeared to be roast beef, before capping the sandwich with another slice of bread. “Alright, that makes sense. I did Gamma, when I. . . when I manifested and I imagine they’ve probably moved onto simulations now. That’s a smart way to do it. I don’t know about needing it, myself, though. Low level telepath, nothing much to me.” A gentle chirp of laughter, very different than her earlier outburst. "Telepathy don't work on me," Rogue said, taking another bite. Her sandwich was quickly being demolished and she was finally feeling like a human being again. "My head is full of voices, and no, not imaginary. I absorb people and their powers with my skin." She waggled her fingers at Beatrice. "Got some control now but once upon a time, only took a few seconds and I'd have a little shadow of you in my brain. You ever seen Doctor Sleep? Where that kid learns to make like .... trunks and put away the ghosts in there? That's kinda how my brain is. Just one big ol' jumbled labyrinth in there of people, powers, thoughts, ideas.... not that you were going to get in there," she added quickly, her eyes widening. "Just saying. I ain't the one to practice on." Another tittering of laughter as Bea smiled at the woman. “You sound like an interesting lady, Rogue, and far beyond my skill set if what you’re describing is the case. I’ve never seen it — Doctor Sleep — never been much of a watcher, movie or tv or whatever it may be. . .” With a slight jerk to straighten her posture, and realizing she’d trailed off she took a small bite of her sandwich to fill the silence. “Maybe I’ll change that now that things are different and I have time. I’ve kinda picked up reading again. Sorry, I — I don’t know how to talk to people anymore, I think.” She admitted sheepishly.