A bright smile fell upon her lips as the older woman appeared, falling into her arms easily. " I've been okay, just saving the world and such", she said with a small laugh. Storm probably already knew about the issue in Central Park...and her involvement. " I'm sure you saw the mess in Central Park." Jean stepped back, grabbing the white hared woman's hand in her own, duffle bag adjusted upon her shoulder. " It feels like ages since I saw you though. How are you?"