Jean pulled her hat further down over her ears and stuffed her bare hands into the pockets of her plush, green coat. It was another balmy below zero day in New York City and just like her, Jean had forgotten to grab her gloves and scarf before leaving the mansion this morning. Now she was paying for it, shivering and shaking like a leaf on a tree and puffing out clouds of breath thicker than those steadily forming behind the rattling tail pipe of the numerous vehicles crowded on to New York streets.
The redhead was on her way to the grand New York City library and meant to spend a day in the musty world of old pages and much research. Since talking with Paige, the telepathic mutant was determined to find out as much as she could about this "other" her and frequent trips to the library were needed to take on such a large task. She was still flanked by a few good, solid mutants from Xavier's as she moved through the thick crowd. Pausing to push her wavy hair from her face, her keen green eyes caught sight of the familiar features of Jessica.
Immediately, relief gripped her at the sight of the other woman walking around, seemingly, physically alright despite the number Jean had done on her mind months before. Always one to make right when she knew she had been in the wrong-the very wrong-Jean manuvered through the numerous people on the street and managed to finally catch up with the dark haired woman.
"Jess", she called breathlessly once steps behind the other heroine and the guilt wracked at her again. What could she possibly say to make this right? Ever?