"Not French!" Jean-Paul called before he even landed. He'd been bored and restless in his own room, especially since Remy wasn't there at the moment to argue with (because that was always fun!). Happening to see his sister darting through the air toward the flying newcomer was interesting enough to make JP slip out of his window and follow.
"Why does everyone assume we are French, ma minette?" he wondered out loud to Aurora, touching down lightly by her side. "Québec is very much closer than France. They should assume that we are Québécois!" He smiled at the blond girl who was new here. "Hello. I am Aurore's brother, Jean-Paul. You may call me JP. You're the one with the flight and the ears like us, yes? But not a mutant?"