<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Jean_Grey_Portrait_by_mikemayhew.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jean Grey<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hangar<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>No one in particular<br/><hr/>The quiet redhead felt the skin of her neck flush warm and her ears burn.  Spell or not, she felt as if Strange had called her out in front of the group.  She had sent a private message to him and he'd answered publicly.  She had to inhale deeply to compose herself.  This wasn't like the Professor who she could have a private conversation with whenever she wanted, it seemed.  She refrained from replying to Strange, instead she focused on an attempt to ignore all of the others' thoughts now flooding into her mind without her having the ability to filter them since the thoughts were flowing through Strange's spell.  It was uncomfortable and frustrating all rolled into one.<br/><br/>Jean made her way to the hangar without stopping to watch the pissing contest, or pay attention to anyone in particular.  Her focus was on trying to figure out a way to filter Strange's spell.  She felt out of her depth, and felt her abilities had been neutered since she couldn't control what she was hearing from everyone.  She felt irritable and didn't trust herself not to snap at someone because of it.  Especially the boys who were posturing for all the pretty girls.<br/><br/>Storm seemed to have been right, this group was a mess.  Jean wondered how they were going to accomplish anything if they did nothing but fight amongst themselves.  Though she was as guilty as the rest as she was currently struggling against Strange's spell in her attempt to reclaim her own privacy.