Returning to the ship has taken some readjusting on her part, and not just because she'd grown accustomed to existing in a weirdly domestic bubble with Din and the kid. That had been easier because she had known it was temporary, that once they returned to the ship things would be back to normal. Relatively speaking. They were still pulled from their own universes with no known way to return home, and that fact never quite stopped nagging at her.

Between that and a few other heavier topics, Rogue has found herself unable to sleep, even with the added warmth provided to their apartment. Since it's late (or early), she doesn't suspect that Cobb will be awake or bothered by her moving her insomnia to the common space, where she's taken up residence on the couch. Her knees are folded and tucked under the front of her t-shirt, her forearms resting on the shelf they create as she clasps a glass of amber liquid in both hands.

From afar, her attention seems to be off in space. Upon closer inspection, however, it's evident that she's looking at (or more accurately, through) an object on a nearby table. It's a necklace from Sarano, both stunning and simple in design, and she's too distracted by the emotional heft of it to notice any company joining her. She is, at least, wearing gloves out of habit.