"Sure," Regan said, eyes widening a little. "I haven't been in the Danger Room yet. I don't know if I'm allowed. I'm kind of, um, on probation." She blushed, biting her lip. Some people automatically knew who her father was, because of her last name, and judged her accordingly. The rumor mill around the school had already latched on pretty hard to Regan being the daughter of a villain. Some people thought it was cool, and others strictly avoided her because of it. She wasn't sure if Jean knew at all--she didn't seem like a rumor mill kind of girl. "Because of my father," she explained, if Jean hadn't figured that out.