Jubilee moved toward the direction of the furniture, choosing a chair she could flip backwards where she perched. Her arms rested on the back of the chair. It wasn't the most polite way to sit, but it was the most comfortable. Her posture resembled a stone gargoyle as she stretched her wings.
By this time, Jubilee's mind had wandered somewhere else entirely. She was still listening but had very little to contribute to the conversation. Instead she wondered how stable the chair was and if it would support her weight if she did a handstand on it's back. The arms, yes, but where was the challenge in that?