Stalking was against the law and it was precisely what Jean had been doing since Storm had bailed on the mansion a while ago. It was true that this was not the Storm she remembered at all, but the white haired teenager was starting to become her friend. In many ways, she was her friend now and the red head decided to be a friend...and follow her.
Peeking around a bookshelf, the telepath searched the numerous tables and faces until she saw the African American teen hunkered down at one of them. Piles of papers and facts surrounded her and half hid her startling eyes from view. Jean could sense the frustrated thoughts coming from her friend as well as half the college students in the room. She knew Ro' didn't remember who she was or much of her past...perhaps that was why she was here?
Jean cut her way over to her friend, maneuvering easily around the towering bookshelves and pausing beside the other mutant's table. "Hey Ro'...what's up?"