Logan responded with a grim expression of self-assurance. More than a few times had he got things done in underground tunnels. He supposed he'd gotten to like the setting; shadowy, his victims-to-be never quite anticipating where he'd strike. This plan was shaping up already.
From any other young person, anyone new to the team, so to speak, Xavier would've corrected "no, we will plan this" but he recognized the progress here with Ryder. And though Xavier felt it would be likely the plan would require some fine tuning to meet his standard of action, the present consequence to disagreement is Ryder would simply go without them. The X-Men could work with that.
"Our computer in the War Room should suffice." He knew she didn't need to be shown, but all the same he wheeled himself around to start heading that way.
It happened to be the same location they would've come whether a computer request been made or not, as Xavier had intended to call the briefing with his remaining X-Men directly and that is where it would've been held. Though Ryder's timeline of "when they get back" appealed to him. More time to consider things. Not to mention decompress, namely in the case of Jean. Though Xavier knew she was anything but fragile on her own, her present condition warranted consideration, and even the strongest needed time to breathe following affecting circumstances; especially those that were, in part, brought on by themselves.
"I should see what's happening. I'll bring you to medical, first." He shifted out of their close position.
"No, Scott. I already told we checked out alright."
"It doesn't feel that way." A glance down.
Jean actually smiled. "It's trying out a different position today." She adjusted her own while she moved her own hand in something of a massaging manner. "I don't think you can find it as well, but trust me."
Scott was reassured enough to smile slightly himself, though both were fleeting.
They rose together.
"I still don't know what I was thinking. . ." Distress was gradually giving way to reasoning. Jean had a vague sense that she had actually had some sort of clear thought to her actions, but whatever it had been felt so far back in her mind now, she couldn't see it for the present glare; maybe she only wanted there to be an explanation so badly.
Scott had paused, eying her, but the vestige went away completely.
Jean shook her head. "What had happened to you and Ryder?" At least that was an event from this morning with a sure answer. She eyed the state of his uniform as if noticing it just now.
They headed for the elevator while Scott answered: "We wound up in Genosha thanks to Sentinels patrolling the Atlantic searching for it. Well one, in this case. A double KO then I found myself looking up at Magneto before I was carried off to their medical facility."
"He rescued you?"
"There's a lot that was surprising. . .That's what I want to talk about later."
Down in the basement, they met Logan in the hall.
"Doing okay?" he eyed Jean.
"Fine, thank you." She really didn't want the attention right now, but did appreciate his caring. "How has it gone?"
"Well enough. I'm hitting the Danger Room." He shifted a departing look -really something of a glare- towards Scott as he headed off.
Scott's brow furrowed as his gaze followed Logan.
What was his problem?
'Good timing, Scott,' Xavier's voice rang quietly in his -and Jean's- mind. 'We're in the War Room. Jean, if you wouldn't mind meeting me in my office. I would like to discuss matters.'
The couple exchanged a look.
Scott took Jean's hand briefly, laying a kiss on her lips before separating.
The door to the War Room opened shortly thereafter, permitting Cyclops to stride in. He found Ryder at the computer and Xavier sitting-by. These past few minutes while Ryder was setting up, Xavier had been in a quiet state; thinking more than outright observing her.
"Ryder is presently laying down the groundwork for our response to Umbra's assault," he explained to his leading X-Man, already turning towards the door in prep for exiting. "She will be taking the initiative in deciding how we proceed. Lend your expertise."
Following Ryder's lead? An interesting prospect. Cyclops watched the Professor go thinking his manner was unusually terse. He only got like this when whatever was on his mind was particularly troubling. Cyclops didn't really have to wonder at it. He reverted to Ryder, folding his arms across his chest.
"So what are you doing specifically?" he queried. More out of liking to know the score than anything else.
From any other young person, anyone new to the team, so to speak, Xavier would've corrected "no, we will plan this" but he recognized the progress here with Ryder. And though Xavier felt it would be likely the plan would require some fine tuning to meet his standard of action, the present consequence to disagreement is Ryder would simply go without them. The X-Men could work with that.
"Our computer in the War Room should suffice." He knew she didn't need to be shown, but all the same he wheeled himself around to start heading that way.
It happened to be the same location they would've come whether a computer request been made or not, as Xavier had intended to call the briefing with his remaining X-Men directly and that is where it would've been held. Though Ryder's timeline of "when they get back" appealed to him. More time to consider things. Not to mention decompress, namely in the case of Jean. Though Xavier knew she was anything but fragile on her own, her present condition warranted consideration, and even the strongest needed time to breathe following affecting circumstances; especially those that were, in part, brought on by themselves.
"I should see what's happening. I'll bring you to medical, first." He shifted out of their close position.
"No, Scott. I already told we checked out alright."
"It doesn't feel that way." A glance down.
Jean actually smiled. "It's trying out a different position today." She adjusted her own while she moved her own hand in something of a massaging manner. "I don't think you can find it as well, but trust me."
Scott was reassured enough to smile slightly himself, though both were fleeting.
They rose together.
"I still don't know what I was thinking. . ." Distress was gradually giving way to reasoning. Jean had a vague sense that she had actually had some sort of clear thought to her actions, but whatever it had been felt so far back in her mind now, she couldn't see it for the present glare; maybe she only wanted there to be an explanation so badly.
Scott had paused, eying her, but the vestige went away completely.
Jean shook her head. "What had happened to you and Ryder?" At least that was an event from this morning with a sure answer. She eyed the state of his uniform as if noticing it just now.
They headed for the elevator while Scott answered: "We wound up in Genosha thanks to Sentinels patrolling the Atlantic searching for it. Well one, in this case. A double KO then I found myself looking up at Magneto before I was carried off to their medical facility."
"He rescued you?"
"There's a lot that was surprising. . .That's what I want to talk about later."
Down in the basement, they met Logan in the hall.
"Doing okay?" he eyed Jean.
"Fine, thank you." She really didn't want the attention right now, but did appreciate his caring. "How has it gone?"
"Well enough. I'm hitting the Danger Room." He shifted a departing look -really something of a glare- towards Scott as he headed off.
Scott's brow furrowed as his gaze followed Logan.
What was his problem?
'Good timing, Scott,' Xavier's voice rang quietly in his -and Jean's- mind. 'We're in the War Room. Jean, if you wouldn't mind meeting me in my office. I would like to discuss matters.'
The couple exchanged a look.
Scott took Jean's hand briefly, laying a kiss on her lips before separating.
The door to the War Room opened shortly thereafter, permitting Cyclops to stride in. He found Ryder at the computer and Xavier sitting-by. These past few minutes while Ryder was setting up, Xavier had been in a quiet state; thinking more than outright observing her.
"Ryder is presently laying down the groundwork for our response to Umbra's assault," he explained to his leading X-Man, already turning towards the door in prep for exiting. "She will be taking the initiative in deciding how we proceed. Lend your expertise."
Following Ryder's lead? An interesting prospect. Cyclops watched the Professor go thinking his manner was unusually terse. He only got like this when whatever was on his mind was particularly troubling. Cyclops didn't really have to wonder at it. He reverted to Ryder, folding his arms across his chest.
"So what are you doing specifically?" he queried. More out of liking to know the score than anything else.