"Flamey," Jubilee half smirked at the word as it sounded like a word she might use. She let her gaze fall to the ground and then she looked up at him again. He was sitting and Jubilee was grateful there was someone there she didn't want to bleed dry. Or even bleed a little. She often found it hard to think around others, but she could think straight right now.
"Jubilee," she said, "just Jubilee." Only Monet ever called her Jubilation and it annoyed Jubilee to no end. "What's yours? You sound...British. In my head. Is that because you are British, or because I want you to sound British?" She cocked her head to one side to look at him and one of her hands reached out to grab a nearby chair and place it before him like.
Jubilee seated herself on it, crossing her legs beneath her and letting her hands rest on her knees.