[ Rogue's landing had been one of the better ones, with only a few bumps and bruises to show from the journey and climbing her way out of the pod. She's lucky in that regard, since she can see that quite a few others in her wave and the following ones weren't quite as fortunate. It's instinct that will move her forward, a driving need to help others in any way possible, and that's why she will speak to any of the medically-inclined she comes across, offering her assistance.

What comes as a surprise is when one of them asks her if she's alright. Having others worry about her isn't something she's used to, though the concern isn't unwelcome, just... unexpected. She gives the younger woman a small smile and a shake of her head as she answers in her soft southern drawl. ]

I'm alright, sugar, thank you. Coming down wasn't too bad for me. But what about you? Is there anything you need help with? I have some training in field medicine.