Oh, she's seen her fair share of world-saving, self-sacrificing idiots and sad boys; she will not be contributing to any such related numbers or shenanigans. Her job is on the other side of those, thanks. Someone has to be there for them through thick and thin.

Something about this guy's attitude is entirely too familiar, though—not his specific manner, but something in his presentation and specific way he chooses to address things. Sharp, defaulting to something that puts distance. Between himself and his surroundings, too, maybe. It does make her think of the boys, at least at a glance. Well, it'll take a few more interactions to know if she's on the right track with this initial assessment, either way. Maybe this is his normal. Maybe he's flatter. Maybe he's got more energy, who knows?

"Still, even just putting them away like this seems pretty out of place for a cruise ship, don't you think?" Rouge sets her hands on her hips, looking around them a bit as she continues. "Vacationers and anyone who thinks about their looks will primp and pose before they head out." She draws back the corner of her lip a bit, not quite disgusted but definitely feeling something in its vicinity. And definitely not a normal use for mirrors, besides. Who'd want to do something like this? Either this is calculated misuse of reflections, or someone's got ideas as off the wall as the Doctor's smaller ones.

Wait.

"Apocalypse?" No, the boat "growing" legs doesn't even factor in, she's seen weirder.