June didn't bother to look away when the man made eye contact with her. She was fascinated at seeing someone who looked so much like him. There were marks down the left side of his face that she never heard of Xavier having. So maybe this was just some weird sort of coincidence? He greeted her and June gave a wary "Hello," in return. She'd heard so many stories about Xavier from Kitty, from Bobby, even from some of the older kids that were still there. If this was really him everyone at the mansion would go crazy. And what would become of Professor Munroe? The thought that she'd no longer be the headmistress was somewhat anxiety producing. She'd fought for June and June respected her greatly. Xavier, well she knew nothing about him personally and didn't know where that would leave her.
He talked about the snow and she nodded, unable to look away. When he went back to his paper she bit her lip in thought. What should she do now? "I'm not buying flowers." She waited for him to look up from the paper before getting off her bike and walking over to stand closer to him. She had to ask, had to know. "What's your name?" Talking to strangers was generally frowned upon, and for June it was strange she'd talk to an unfamiliar male at all. She had no trust in men what so ever.