Humming happily to herself, Jean had actually found herself in volunteering aboard Knowhere. She'd done so to escape her problems, to not have to think about all the personal drama in her life. And for once, running had been absolutely the right choice. Up here, she'd found not only love, but the inner peace that came with being a best friend, a mother-figure, and in some ways a caregiver. While still a teenager, Jean was an old soul in a lot of ways, and this kind of stuff made her feel whole.
Adorably, she was dancing a little as she cooked, hips moving back and forth as she moved to the music coming from her iPod. She heard the knock at her door, and sent a quick telepathic message to her friend, saying simply 'Door's unlocked, c'mon in!'.