Rogue looks up sharply, eyes going almost comically wide, unable to help herself from scrutinizing him, trying to figure out if she'd heard him right or if this is another trick this place has rustled up to torment her.
He doesn't look like Hank McCoy. Which is... putting it pretty lightly.
Not that it's impossible for there to be another scientist-slash-engineer-slash-medic named Hank McCoy. It just seems pretty unlikely that he'd also be here. Unless, of course, this is all a bizarre dream, which she hasn't taken off the table yet.
"You... do you know an Xavier? Charles?" It feels weird to call the Professor by his first name but that's hardly the oddest thing she's dealing with right now.
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He doesn't look like Hank McCoy. Which is... putting it pretty lightly.
Not that it's impossible for there to be another scientist-slash-engineer-slash-medic named Hank McCoy. It just seems pretty unlikely that he'd also be here. Unless, of course, this is all a bizarre dream, which she hasn't taken off the table yet.
"You... do you know an Xavier? Charles?" It feels weird to call the Professor by his first name but that's hardly the oddest thing she's dealing with right now.