[Rogue gave him a wary look out of the corner of her eye.] Why d'ya try an' keep feedin' me, Cajun? Do I look that bad? [A beat.] Don't answer that.
[Argh, everything was sore. Gritting her teeth, she focused on moving one foot forward at a time. Despite herself, she was slowing down. That annoyed her even further.]
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[Argh, everything was sore. Gritting her teeth, she focused on moving one foot forward at a time. Despite herself, she was slowing down. That annoyed her even further.]