Jean smiled at the well muscled, green man, "thanks Gamoran.  I appreciate that."<br/><br/>She hand't minded dragging them behind her.  If she had there was something she could've done about it, though she avoided doing that.  She thought it was awfully kind, considerate and sweet of the man to pick up her luggage and carry it for her.  It also didn't seem to strain him at all.  Which was a good thing to remember, Jean thought.<br/><br/>An odd shiver raced over Jean's skin when she saw Storm's book disappear.  It was going to take a while for her to get used to that.<br/><br/>Like a proper student, Jean tried to keep the lay of the tower straight.  She was doing well until she heard training facility.  Her mind wandered as she thought about other training rooms in other places.  She pulled her attention back to the present.  It was too early to be feeling homesick.<br/><br/>"They have a Blackbird?"  Jean joked, before asking more seriously, "so does the whole team stay here?  I was under the impression that I wouldn't know the identities of a few people.  Are the dorms segregated by gender?"<br/><br/>It was about then that she heard yelling coming from behind her.  Something about yellow boxes?<br/><br/>The red head stepped back out of the elevators and craned her neck to see what was going on in the deserted lobby.<br/><br/>