Jean Grey, Rogue, & Open
Jean pulled away and Rogue saw the pillar of strength that Jean had become to a lot of them. She was one of the members of the X-Men that many of the team respected because she just seemed to hold it together. She wasn't always a victim of her own emotions as Rogue could sometimes be. She drew away, the tears gone with the movement of her hand across it and the blood leaving back a faint reddish color. She was going to make sure things were safe. She was going to keep on trucking and Rogue knew she would have to do the same.
She was up in the air and Rogue turned to the others who were already in motion to try to keep people moving but now safely. Those with cameras had lost interest now that there wasn't a corpse and joined the throng of people pushed and clawing to get out. Rogue floated in the air to see where the worst congestion was and then started to direct others while Jean went to make the phone call.
This was a mess. They couldn't even properly grieve for Xavier until they got everyone out to safety. Feelings put aside and pain placed on a backburner for when the moment to address them felt right. It was one of those things that Rogue never really liked about being an X-Men.