Sometimes I find myself a little uncomfortable [Jean]
Hank knocked on the door of the med labs. His hair was especially ruffled today and his shirt needed ironing in addition to being untucked from his slacks. About 40 minutes earlier he'd fallen asleep at his desk. Thankfully he lacked the imprint of computer keys on his face.
"Uh, Jean..?"
Hank cleared his throat and entered the room. It closed behind him with a lock, which flooded Hank with memories of the school's security detail and floor plans. The logistics then brought up a working directory of known contact information for everyone on the team. Hank wondered somedays if maybe he was a security risk. That would be left to stress about for another day.
"...you here?"
Hank shoved his hands into the front pockets of his slacks. He whistled to fill the momentary silence.