Jean glanced into the living room, smiling at the futons spread out in the space. The kitchen was small, but clean and she could see the door to the bathroom and a possible shower beyond. " It's nice." She said softly, running her hand along the polished wood of the table with bright green eyes. The place screamed freedom and liberty, something Jean had never known herself. First with her parents, then Xavier, and the parents again...this was what she had been longing for. " May I grab a shower real fast...parents just dropped me off the other day." She said sheepishly.