She blinked at him once before straightening up, her hands falling into her lap.

"A woman like me," she repeated, unsure as to his meaning. She huffed out an almost silent breath, glancing away, then reigned in the indignation that wanted to bubble up and mentally smoothed her feathers.

"...No one could touch me," Rogue told him, though it was incredibly weird to be explaining her powers to Magneto.

"Not without gettin' hurt. Makes for a nice change, not havin' to wear gloves 'n bodysuits every day. Kinda thing a gal can appreciate."