<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/HaleyRamm.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Jean Grey/ Marvel Girl<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Mutant<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avenger's Tower Lobby<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Storm, Gamoran<br/><hr/>Jean shook the green skinned man's hand, and let go after noticing that he seemed a bit lost as to what to do.  She had assumed he was a mutant like herself, but his lack of knowing how to shake a hand seemed odd to her, especially since his English wasn't bad.  Maybe he was from somewhere else though, she thought to herself.<br/><br/>Turning back to Ororo, Jeanl wrapped an arm around one of the other woman's long, chocolate-brown arms and hugged it affectionately.<br/><br/>"The Professor is well.  He sends his best and wishes you'd call or even write," Jean grinned.  Post-mail was so last century.  "Kitty... well she's Kitty.  I doubt she'll ever change.  Everyone else is doing well too."<br/><br/>Jean glanced between the two people who'd welcomed her curiously before turning back to Ororo, "do you think I'll have trouble adjusting too?"  She asked with a bit of concern.<br/><br/>She personally couldn't imagine Storm having a difficult time making friends.  She was one of the most warm, loving, and caring people Jean had ever known.  If Ororo was having trouble, maybe she would too.  She gave Gamoran a warm, appreciative smile.  Ororo had become friends with him, which was a very high compliment as far as Jean was concerned.<br/><br/>Jean slipped her bag back over her shoulder, the one that wasn't part of the affectionate vice she was using on Storm's arm, and grabbed the handle of her other bags dragging or rolling them behind her.<br/><br/>"Can I skip school today and just hang out with you?"  She asked, even though she doubted the answer would be yes.