Jean glared as the green hared girl had tattled on her. She knew from the look in the general's eye that she was bound to be sent home. Her mouth was open to protest, her lips moving to form the words, but instead she was motioned from her seat by the director himself. Green eyes wide, the red head pulled from Lorna's grip and followed after him, sneakers squeaking against the floor with each step.
She should have been scared, frightened since she knew that Lorna was affilated with Mr.Fury, but instead she resolved herself to stay calm. " Yes, thats me."