Jubilee's thoughts were like listening to an auctioneer speaking at full speed. She thought of one too many things at once, seemingly incapable of slowing down to focus on any one thought.
"Jubilee," she said, speaking slowly, trying to process the person in front of her. She shook his hand gently.
"Wait. Like Charles Xavier? Because you're not old. And you don't have hair. Do you shave your head? Is that a thing you do? Is it because you're prematurely grey because it doesn't look bad. It's silver. How come you're not wearing more metal?"