"Holy moly..." Rogue was familiar enough with those claws, having had them in her (although by accident). She could recall asking Logan if they hurt, and easily recall some of the feelings that still lingered from his touches.

"Kitty and I are close in age." Not that she knew her exact birthday. And there might have been a bit of sourness in her voice, if only because what she had witnessed with Bobby. "But... How are you... Sorry. The Logan I know is a lot different."