SCOTT. (Sunday!)
It would be hard to call the Phoenix restless, but certainly there was a sense of always wanting to do something, which perhaps whatever parts of Jean still had in control were helping stymie. At best though, the Phoenix had merged with Jean rather than taking complete and utter control so there was good amount of Jean still there, but it wasn't all her. A complicated situation to be sure. Some found her much more indifferent and menacing, but others, the ones Jean was the most fond of, found her similar enough and she still liked them.
So, mostly, Jean kept herself busy, a newfound appreciation for longer, harder training sessions and learning. Not that this was precisely out of character, but there was a new fervor in it, as if Jean were preparing herself for something she'd yet to disclose. And, also, she was much more confident. She was tired and glistening with sweat as the simulation in the DR came to an end, and she picked herself up from her crouch, and walked towards Scott who had, much appreciatively, not treated her any different. A hand slid up to his cheek, cupping it. "We're getting much better."