Jubilee was the first to pick up on Charles' body language. She was fast, but more importantly, her wings gave her reach. Since only seconds ago Charles had been standing, Jubilee sprang to her feet and was there to catch him in her remarkably strong wings, supporting his weight in white feathers.
"Professor!" It slipped. He may not have been her Charles Xavier, but there was still something familiar and serene about him. Hair or not hair, he felt like the professor.