Logan actually seemed amused at her calling him an ass and actually expecting him to fall in line after her, but the feeling didn't last. It affected him to hear this sort of stuff coming from a kid. To have a kid's life be what it was to have her be this way.

With any sort of reasoning her out of it seeming to be pointless, he settled for eying as she continued the construction portion of her machinations, while he turned the situation over in his mind. Though, honestly, he already knew where he was going to go from here.

His mouth then twisted into a questioning sort of smirk at the Cyclops-esque eyewear she added to her kit. The only thing he was really interested in about it was what Scott would think of it; Logan got Ryder's vibe and couldn't blame her for it.

More serious interest was in what she planned to do with the sentinel core, but he wasn't about to ask. If it turned out to be something that shouldn't see the light of day, Logan had six solutions for that waiting in his forearms.

[hr]
Xavier wheeled out of Cerebro. One task done.
Onto the next.

As the best he could do in regards to telepathically detecting Ryder, was to detect a mutant signature, he was rather hampered in pinpointing her at the X-Mansion.

True, she would be, in essence, the signature that lacked, to him, signature waves. But even the void was tricky to pinpoint amidst so many mutant brainwaves.

His better option was to peer through those most likely to be near her. Share their senses for a moment and so, he rose the blind on his window, and stared into the open windows of the apartments across the way, so to speak. 

[hr]
Scott and Jean by now were sitting on the sofa together. Following her pause of movement, Jean had felt gradually overcome by a feeling similar to that which she had experienced after rising out of the disconcerting depths that had been Ryder's containment chamber; an unsettling unraveling of sense.

Or was it a rethreading? Jean couldn't tell. It was akin to the odd sensation when you're a day removed from having been sick to your stomach, and you're unsure if you're hungry now or still feeling nauseous.

She needed to sit down, or lay, again. Leaning into Scott checked both boxes.
She could feel his profound concern- [color=#DAA06D]"I'm sorry"[/color] 

[color=#0096FF]"[i]I'm [/i]sorry,"[/color] -and hear in his voice how deeply this was true. [color=#0096FF]"You told me what's been going on with you and I--"[/color]   

Jean felt him turn his head away.

She didn't hear Magneto's words from before echoing through it.
Scott was holding her in a way that one of his hands was laced over hers on her center. With his fingertips, he could just feel the movement of the life inside. Maybe it was the positioning, but it seemed less strong than it was. Or more tentative. [i]Not even born and already afraid[/i]; an irrational thought, but one that still rang through his mind.

[color=#0096FF]"Jean. . .After  -or now. . ."[/color]  The X-Men needed to head off the fallout, but where was [i]he[/i] most needed, now? Cyclops didn't have that answer. [color=#0096FF]"There's something I think we need to talk about."[/color]

[hr]
Xavier didn't hear these moments. Though he felt the remorse and tenderness of them. . .These two had endured so much in their service to mutantkind, [i]as his X-Men[/i]. 
He hoped they would be able to know a family apart from hardship with the arrival of their own. . .Hoped, denying an inner self that knew better.

Then he found her. In front of Logan. And here, Xavier did listen in. the X-Man having gotten some psychic-resistance training in his time as one, Xavier found it easier than it ought to have been to get into Logan's mind like this. Though, Logan's consent to Ryder probing his mind served that effect.

Soon, the door to the room Logan and Ryder were in opened, revealing Xavier.
[color=#7393B3]"You will have time to reconsider what Logan is offering,"[/color] he stated to Ryder. Though with a look cast to Logan that said quite plainly he wasn't any more keen on that scenario. 

[color=#7393B3]"I have granted us a window. As far as the Umbra agents who came here are now concerned, they never did. It was a fruitless search on their part, to find the home of Professor Charles Xavier. . .I was unable to maintain connection to gain anything more than time, however that will do for now. [b]Without a doubt[/b] Umbra must be neutralized. Though to face them as the weapon they made you, is to allow their definition of your life to persist. You [b]can[/b] choose, now, to be something else."[/color]