Cyclops filed away what Magneto had put into his mind to ruminate on later, focusing on task- when he found someone else's thoughts suddenly put into his head. Again he experienced the peculiar sensation like his head was suddenly too tight- like Ryder's mental voice was no more agreeable to being confined than she was in body. 

It wasn't painful. More like vaguely uncomfortable.

He instinctually braced himself for what was going to follow [i]"I already ripped one"[/i], but was relieved she was only referring to the sentinels. And, she'd said the jet could fly. Had she landed it here? If she had, he would be impressed. Though, what hadn't Ryder proved capable of in just the short time they'd been acquainted?

Cyclops had paused when her voice sounded in his head and he now resumed looking around. It took only another minute or so before he saw her coming around a building about a half block's distance away. 

[color=#0096FF]"I'm sorry for what happened,"[/color] he stated once he'd come to be standing in front of her. Assessing her visually she certainly looked to have been spared any further harm. His sense of remorse was alleviated. 

Still. . .he had been responsible for Ryder and blew it. Again.

He'd learned some time ago that it didn't matter how prepared you were, didn't matter if you did everything right, somethings were not in your control. No matter how much you took in your hands, something was always out of them.

But that concept didn't apply here, as Cyclops didn't feel he had done everything right - he hadn't checked all the boxes that he was able to check. Not in his opinion.

Which seemed to be a refrain with Ryder.

If he'd done a better job intercepting her at Umbra, she wouldn't have made it to town which resulted in injury to herself as well as to others. If he'd been better prepared up front, he wouldn't have gotten himself compromised nor would he have been away from Jean which, unsettling circumstances notwithstanding, lead to his rookie level mistake of allowing his attention to be divided. To the subsequent result of Ryder getting away from them -from him, again- and the very final consequence of what happened in the black forest.

And now? He'd been alert and task-focused enough, but still the jet went down. He went down. 
If Ryder had been a causality he didn't think he could be convinced it wasn't by his failing.

At least [i]that[/i] wasn't the reality he was facing.

[color=#0096FF]"We can go. . .Where's the jet?"[/color] Sure the nurse had told him he should stay with them for the day, but he felt fine enough. He wasn't going to make [i]another[/i] mistake by testing what patience of Ryder's he felt she had left. From what little he'd glimpsed, Magneto [i]did[/i] appear to have a good, even a great thing, going here. 

There was just [i]one[/i] problem as it pertained to their leaving. 
No sooner had Cyclops asked the question when something caught his eye, and there, traveling over their heads in the direction Cyclops had just come, was the unmistakable side of a Lockheed SR-71.

Having turned with its movement, Cyclops watched as it came to rest by where he'd left Magneto, who now repurposed it for the building he was erecting. 

Cyclops strode back over as other pieces of the jet sailed overhead; to the fascination of the soccer kids.

[color=#0096FF]"I thought you were giving us a [i]choice[/i] to stay?"[/color] Anger flashed in his face and his tone.

[color=#D22B2B]"I didn't arrive where I am today by not taking advantage of what I was given. I do thank you for your gift of metal."[/color] 

His smug smile and tone was like kindling to Cyclops' emotion, but he kept it in check.
[color=#0096FF]"How can I get message out from here?"[/color]

[color=#D22B2B]"You needn't bother."[/color] At this Magneto looked up, which caused Cyclops' gaze to go skywards as well, just in time to see the expanse of blue clouding over too suddenly to be a natural change of the weather.

Magneto paused his construction to grab at the sky, and within moments the slate grey clouds gave way to charcoal black and took shape; a piece of the sky coming down on the city until it became apparent it was the X-Men's second jet. 

Magneto had felt it resist before it had surrendered, those on board clearly realizing this was where they'd been headed all along to pick up their strays.

To the further fascination of the young and growing interest of the older, he landed the jet right there in the city square.
Its engines were already off.

Storm disembarked, returning the heavens to their previous state of clarity as the X-Men now had the knowledge that Magneto must have his own means of keeping undetected; they hadn't known they were coming up on Genosha until they'd felt his magnetic pull.

Wolverine followed, looking around like 'what is this joint?'

And next down the ramp, surprisingly, was Xavier. [color=#7393B3]"We didn't know what happened to you,"[/color] he stated, almost by way of greeting as his eyes fell on Cyclops then set on Ryder; a certain look crossing his face. He had wanted to see for himself that she was alright, not wait passively for the information to be conveyed. The time for him being a distance away from her life had passed.