Giving Rogue a look like she could read every thought of the other girl's and she wasn't happy about them, it was all a farce. Jean wasn't good enough to constantly read surface thoughts of everyone around her...yet. With a few more years, she would surpass even Professor Xavier.
"Thank you for your concern, but I am a trained amateur. I can handle myself."
Pressing the button once Rogue was inside, the elevator doors closed and there was a slight since of movement. Then the doors opened, yet that sense of almost floating still remained. The halls down here were more like corridors of bare, shiny steel. Leading the way, Jean only got lost once, forcing them to reverse direction back to a intersection and take a different route. When they arrived at Beast's lab, the blue-furred professor was just exiting it.
"Oh hello there. What brings you both down here to where the Lumbricus terrestris lives?" Hank McCoy asked the teenagers. "Can we use your lab, sir? It is for a class project Professor Summers assigned us," Jean asked, adopting a innocent schoolgirl attitude and stance. "I don't see why not. I trust you not to misuse the lab, Miss Grey," Beast answered after a moment to consider the request.