Rogue was sick of walking, was more or less what it boiled down to. She had zero interest in interacting with the weird spectres hanging around long enough to hitch a ride in a coach, and her car wasn't going to be a car again any time soon.

She'd heard there were horses available for use in the stable, and though it had been a while, she found herself excited at the prospect of riding one. It was all she'd wanted in the world as a kid, a desire that had been dropped by the wayside along with so many others. More than the joy of it, though, she was looking forward to giving her feet a rest.

Finding a young woman sobbing onto a monster of a horse somewhat derailed her train of thought.

"...You okay, sugar?" she asked.