[Ororo knew the voice, of course, but nothing could have prepared her for the sight of Rogue as she looked now. Older, definitely (hadn't she just seen her, hours ago?) and in a flirty yellow sundress, of all things!]
[She gathers her wits about her enough to manage a reply.]
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[She gathers her wits about her enough to manage a reply.]
Ah, Rogue. Hello. [...]