[Rogue lets her gloved hand fall back to her side. She's very matter of fact about it, because the alternative is to break down entirely, and she quite likes how her eye make up had turned out that morning.]

It doesn't quite work like that - all at once, I mean. But I'll make a note of it.

[Hopefully, it wouldn't be necessary.]

Five hundred years old, huh? Gotta say, I wouldn't have put you a day over thirty. Thirty-two.