Glancing up at Jean's voice, Anna blinked. She'd been trying to read the data on the computer, but to no avail, as she wasn't a super science brainiac like Jean seemed to be. Stuffing her hands into her sweater's pocket, she shrugged, grabbing one of the rolling stools. "I thought I was late."
Scooting around on it a little, as that was the first thing anyone wanted to do on those things, she waited to get started on whatever Jean had planned. Hopefully the red head forgot about the whole hand thing, she just wanted to be passed that already.
"What've you got planned for us, Doc?" Jean may not be a doctor...but hell, she should be one!