[Goths have an unerring radar system that allows them to find the one other person in a room that might share an appreciation for music that involves a lot of wailing about darkness and the futility of life. So that might be why Jonothon is present to see Rogue boot a spinning wheel.

He walks a little closer - but only a little - and stands there with his hands in the pockets of his scuffed black leather jacket. Gosh her hair reminds him of someone, but damned if he can recall who.]

~Do you make a habit of beating helpless antiques, luv?~ he asks via telepathy - he lacks any other way of speaking.