Yeah, Monet was done standing on the stoop now. She shoved the door-- not full strength, mind, just hard enough to wedge it open despite Jubilee's resistance-- and brushed past the other girl pulling one of her oversized suitcases behind her.
"Apparently you aren't, Jubilation," Monet said with that same superiority she wore so well. "No surprise, considering." Any team with Jubilee as a member likely needed all the help it could get.
Monet glanced at the old man and quirked a brow. "And you are?" Her tone implied that she did not really care because, well, she didn't. Anyone who didn't recognize simple sarcasm was of little interest to her.