The afternoon spend fyling outside had calmed Ororo to the point where she didn't feel the need to go into a little lecture, as she might have on a worse day. Also, it would be very unwelcoming to do so with someone who had just arrived here from the gods knew where.
With her glass in hand - fresh apple and clear water the antithesis of Baird's meal -, Ororo sat down opposite of him, crossing her long legs.
"This." She made a gesture towards the window, her fingers slowly unfolding as her eyes began to glow bright with the white light of lightning. Within a matter of seconds, clouds covered the formerly clear sky and a downpour began; and with a small inclination of her head, it stopped as soon as it had begun.