Unshielded red eyes lifted as he heard the noises of the door's locking mechanism releasing. Someone was coming. He didn't bother rising, knowing the first one through would have a taser (he'd learned that the hard way), but he did watch, curiously.

To his surprise, the first (and only) to enter was apparently another captive, tossed in unceremoniously to land on the cold floor. At first he thought it was a remarkably long-haired male, until the person shifted, and he was aware it was a female. Interesting. He wasn't aware they were into co-ed cells.

The girl was bound at the wrist and ankles, and her uniform was in tatters. It wasn't one he recognized, though the large silver X that remained visible near her shoulder was clue enough. She had to be one of Xavier's.

He watched her until she became aware of his presence. She'd been struggling, until she suddenly stopped, and turned her eyes to him. They were easily the most gorgeous green eyes he'd ever had the honor of seeing. "'allo, ma cherie." He smiled smoothly, charmingly, but he didn't move from his sprawl on the cot.

The girl frowned, tugging at her bindings again. "Little help?" She doublechecked, but anything he might touch was covered, so she decided to forgo the skin warning. At least for now.

"Such manners," he chuckled, but he moved from the cot all the same. It took a moment, but he eventually unbound her wrists. When he attempted to start on her ankles, she pushed his hand aside. He quirked a brow, but left off, watching her struggle with the ties. It took her longer than it would have taken him, but she seemed satisfied with the fact she'd done it herself. He retreated to his cot, though he kept an eye on her.

She rose unsteadily, testing her limbs and muscles, wincing now and again as something pulled. She was pretty sure her wrist was sprained (or fractured, but it wasn't broken), and she cradled it gently as she arched her back, stretching her legs. She hadn't fared too badly, then. "So who're you?" she turned to face him, still cradling her gloved hand and wrist. She would've asked what he was in for, but she figured it was the same as her - victim of captivity.

"I am Gambit." A smirk tugged his lips. "And you, ma cherie?"

"Rogue." She studied him, then moved to sit on the other cot. She wondered why she'd been thrown in with him, but maybe it just didn't matter to their captors. She drew off her gloves slowly, flexing her fingers. Upon noticing that the ring Logan had given her was bent, she frowned. "Bastards." She gently eased the ring off her finger, to study the setting, but she wouldn't be able to bend it back right.

Gambit chuckled softly, extending his hand toward her. "Let me see it?"

"No." She curled her fingers possessively around it. If anything happened to it, she'd never forgive herself. She wondered how it had happened, though - but the bruise on her finger was a good indication. It must've been when she was stepped on. Or when she was fighting her captors. Or when that rock had slammed her hand against the wall. Or when - okay, it could've happened at a lot of different times. It'd been a dirty fight. "I don't suppose there're any showers around here?"

Gambit gestured toward the sink in the corner. "For now, that may suffice." She was a curious kitten, that was certain. She wasn't a wailing ball of sobs, as he thought most women might be in her shoes. But, if she was one of Xavier's, perhaps this wasn't her first time in captivity.

She regarded the sink speculatively, before she sighed and crossed to it. Twisting the screechy faucets, she was dismayed as the water ran brown ... so she let it run, wondering how long it would be before it was clear enough she'd be comfortable washing with it. "How do things work around here?"

He shrugged, watching the water for a moment. "That'll be ten minutes or so. Five if you're lucky. If you hold spectacular luck, it might warm up." He watched her. He thought that under the smears of dirt and blood on her face, and with her hair brushed out, she'd be quite beautiful. "They feed us.." he gestured toward the shelf under a slot by the door. "You'll be taken down for a shower in chains, and watched the whole time." Not that he cared, one way or the other. "That's it."

She nodded, turning her eyes back to the water. A fainter brown, but still brown. "I imagine I'll be out of here by then."

The confidence in her voice made him smile. "Indeed? Have a rescue party coming?"

"Somethin' like that."

He noticed that her attention moved to the ring when she replied to him. "Who's that from?"

"Logan."

A simple word that said so much. "I can use it to get us out of here." They'd taken his cards, his dice, his coins, but that ring would work.

She regarded him curiously, then shook her head. "He'll come."

He shrugged, but let it go. He'd give her rescue party two days, and then ... then he would try his plan.