Rogue looks cautiously at him, sitting as he looks at her. It's weird, seeing her Professor only, what, fifteen years or so older than her? And... without a wheelchair. Severus and Alex warned her, but this was... different. Very different.

Immediately, he puts her on the defensive.

"No, I assure you, Professor, I go to your school. I'm a member of the X-Men."

She looks at him, keeping her face as neutral as possible. Telepaths. The idea of him in her head without her permission makes her skin prickle, but she pushes the discomfort aside.

"Fine. This is going to make me sound absolutely crazy, and if you need to, I give you full permission to read my mind to prove that what I'm about to say is the truth."

She takes a moment, before fixing him with a look. "I'm your student from 2007."

"Given the fact that we're being held captive by a space-ship, and we have super-powers," she says flatly. Someone may as well be blunt about it, and this time, it's her.

Though... "Are you alright, Professor? I know that's... That it can't be easy, hearing that."

"No." She tries to keep her tone even. "It was you, Professor. Charles Francis Xavier, in your family home in West Chester, New York. Sure, things are different-" he wasn't wheelchair bound, for one, and had hair, for two. "-But I know it was you."

This man here didn't want to take credit for that. Did he not understand how many lives he had changed? Would change?

Professor Xavier is a jerk.

It's been said before, and it will be said again.

"To you, I'm not even born yet. I get that. Some girl from 30-odd-years in the future is the least of your worries. But I gotta say... If this is the way you treat mutants who come to you, seeking help? Then ya'll should be real lucky that Magneto's band wanted to kill me." She moved to stand quickly, her jaw set. Her chair made a scraping noise on the floor of the bar, the result of being pushed out too quickly. She didn't want help from some people that didn't know her. People she didn't trust. She trusted the Professor, sure, maybe the Professor from her timeline, but they were still one in the same.

"At this point, I'm far more sure that he'd be willing to help."

She should just keep walking. She knows it. She shouldn't take the bait and turn around and tell him the multitude of ways that his best friend is also a genocidal monster. Because, you know, hypocrisy is great or something.

But oh, Rogue was still a teenager. A teenager who had just been let down by her guardian, legal or otherwise, and she wanted to hurt him.

"Nearly succeeded, too," she responded coolly, without turning around. "Kidnapped me, pretty much right under your nose."

Finally, the man was speaking some sort of sense. The muscles in her shoulders tense, she slowly turned around, keeping her eyes trained on Xavier.

"No. Just another reason why I don't trust anybody."

She could get along with people. But she didn't trust them. Not ever. The only person she could really trust, well, that was Logan.

"I'm pretty sure," she stated slowly, her green eyes trained on the Professor, "that you don't know how to help me in the future, either."

"Someone who loves their abilities, and doesn't hide it away in order to fit in better?" She gestures with a gloved hand towards his legs. "Or someone who doesn't have to hide it? Because they've got everything going for them?

"I was taught, at your school, that my powers were nothing to be ashamed of. Being a mutant wasn't. Though I had the entire world and personal experience saying otherwise. My abilities were just as much disabilities. But somehow, you got rid of your powers that you take so much pride in. You got rid of your abilities, your disabilities. Good for you." These were the sorts of things she would never have told him, before. But now, all of these latent feelings were coming out.

"So even now, if you could help me, I don't think I'd want help from a man who doesn't even know how hard it is anymore. Who's been able to take the easy way out his whole life. So yeah, I'd say it's hypocritical. You've got a long way to go before you become the man I look up to and respect." Her voice is cold and her eyes flash with anger, her accent rising with each word.

"I think this conversation is over."

"My friendship with Alex is no concern of yours, Professor," she says calmly. "I assure you, it's completely intact, though, since you're worried. I've already spoken with him about my powers and control. I appreciate the thought all the same, bless your heart."

That was Rogue for you. Her southern charm was not lost when she argued.

Straightening her shoulders, she gave a curt nod to the Professor. "You, too, Professor. I'm sure you'll need it." The sarcasm was evident, as she turned on her heel and resumed her exit of the bar.