Had she been this difficult as a teenager?
Wait, stupid question. Of course she had been — and worse, if she was being honest. Looking back now, the Professor probably did deserve a lot of credit for just how much he had put up with from some of them were young. Trying to do the same now, Rogue wondered how he’d ever managed all those years without losing his sanity.
“Pixie!” She called, trying to follow after the girl, exasperation starting to come through in her voice. “Calm down an’ use yoah head, would yah? Where’re yah gonna go an’ how’re yah gonna manage on yoah own?”
Even as she spoke, Rogue was aware her words were probably falling on deaf ears. After all, she’d heard them said to her in the past and knew she’d have never listened to them. As she watched the pink haired girl disappear, she couldn’t say that she was surprised.
She couldn’t easily just chase after her. One thing Rogue had learned, chasing teleporters was never easy and often time consuming. If Pixie really was anything like Rogue herself had been at that age, it was probably best to let her go. Give her time to clear her head and come back when she’d calmed down.
Hopefully, for her sake, it wouldn’t take all that long.