[Look, it's not like he's not quality content, it's just Rogue's trying not to be impolite and stare, especially southward, especially since she doesn't want him returning that behavior. Though she's able to get a polite picture of his strong form with a quick flick of her gaze. To better recognize him of course.

The fact that he's being rather respectful halts her gesturing, and she drops her arm just enough so that the bra covers his very visible bits and bobs from her vision. There, temptation abated. At his question, she snorts, but smirks in amusement. She was honestly considering just that, only shelving the idea when she realizes he could easily keep her bra hostage.]

That's the least of your worries sugah. [More truth. Without control and intentionally lacking her power dampener, her skin's quite the threat.] And same here. Takin' some time away from the City and was lookin' to set up camp. Figured a cool dip after a hot day'd do the trick. [A beat.] It's Owen, right?