Rogue distrusted brightly patterned dresses and bright smiles on principle. Carol gave Rogue a weird feeling, like she was some cross between a disingenuous Mary Poppins and a hostess at a diner. She disliked feeling watched.

All the same, Rogue had questions. She might as well try to get some answers. She walked over to where Carol was standing and was even relatively polite. "So are these all the enclosures gathered here? What happened to Vashkoth?"