[ Frank is innately paranoid and skeptical, but he doesn't have any reason to doubt her, so he tells himself to just swallow it for now. ]
You got any theories? About what it might be. [ His hands burrowed into the pockets of his jacket, shoulders squared in his jacket, he tilts his chin towards the sky: where it's still lit up in strange and eerie ways, mostly clustered around the south end of the island. He's glad they're not in the Financial District. Doesn't like whatever the hell is going on by the Statue of Liberty. ]
[ Internally, she flinches at the question, part of her wondering if he'd asked because he too assumes she had something to do with all of this. But the rational part of her mind reasons that there's no accusation in his tone and he wouldn't be nearly so pleasant if he did think this was somehow her fault. ]
Could be a lot of things. [ She's no scientist but she's seen more than enough in her time to hazard some potentially outlandish guesses, depending on what all this timeline has had to deal with. ] Aliens. Dimensional rifts... Giant robots?
[ The last comes out as more of a question than she'd like, but she's suddenly desperate to know. Are there sentinels here? Or anything like them? ]
What, like giant Transformers or something? Shit, that’ll be the day.
[ Frank huffs a gravelly laugh — she’s joking, surely — but a moment later, he seems to realise that that dangling question mark sounds far more tentative than he’d expected. And so he shoots her a glance askance, his brow furrowing as he considers it. ]
I mean, I guess it’s technically possible. We’ve had aliens. So who the fuck even knows anymore. Not lookin’ forward to seeing Godzilla and a robot duking it out in the Hudson one of these days, though. Seeing that kinda thing in-person just doesn't hit the same as it did in the cartoons when I was a kid.
[ Relief floods through her when he confirms that giant robots are, in fact, not a thing in this timeline. Not yet, anyway. Of all the things that could go wrong for her in this place, at least this one small thing went right. Maybe the universe isn't completely out to get her after all. ]
No, it really doesn't. [ She agrees with a quiet laugh of her own, only partially forced through her exhaustion. There's been a whole lot of stuff in her life that's been weirder than anything in the crazy Saturday morning cartoons that played while she was growing up, so she absolutely understands where he's coming from.
Now that they're having something resembling a conversation, Rogue shifts the topic over to her rescuer, saying the first thing that comes to mind. ]
You handled yourself pretty well back there, sugar. Were you in the service?
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[ Frank is innately paranoid and skeptical, but he doesn't have any reason to doubt her, so he tells himself to just swallow it for now. ]
You got any theories? About what it might be. [ His hands burrowed into the pockets of his jacket, shoulders squared in his jacket, he tilts his chin towards the sky: where it's still lit up in strange and eerie ways, mostly clustered around the south end of the island. He's glad they're not in the Financial District. Doesn't like whatever the hell is going on by the Statue of Liberty. ]
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Could be a lot of things. [ She's no scientist but she's seen more than enough in her time to hazard some potentially outlandish guesses, depending on what all this timeline has had to deal with. ] Aliens. Dimensional rifts... Giant robots?
[ The last comes out as more of a question than she'd like, but she's suddenly desperate to know. Are there sentinels here? Or anything like them? ]
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[ Frank huffs a gravelly laugh — she’s joking, surely — but a moment later, he seems to realise that that dangling question mark sounds far more tentative than he’d expected. And so he shoots her a glance askance, his brow furrowing as he considers it. ]
I mean, I guess it’s technically possible. We’ve had aliens. So who the fuck even knows anymore. Not lookin’ forward to seeing Godzilla and a robot duking it out in the Hudson one of these days, though. Seeing that kinda thing in-person just doesn't hit the same as it did in the cartoons when I was a kid.
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No, it really doesn't. [ She agrees with a quiet laugh of her own, only partially forced through her exhaustion. There's been a whole lot of stuff in her life that's been weirder than anything in the crazy Saturday morning cartoons that played while she was growing up, so she absolutely understands where he's coming from.
Now that they're having something resembling a conversation, Rogue shifts the topic over to her rescuer, saying the first thing that comes to mind. ]
You handled yourself pretty well back there, sugar. Were you in the service?