Jean was about to head back out onto the floor when she heard fumbling next her. Turning, she was caught slightly off guard by the sight of Mr. Stark leaning against the wall beside her. She blinked, studying his figure and the teenage boy beside him. It was a odd sight to be sure, the way he was looking at her was as if he has just seen her for the first time. But that was impossible...she had just seen him at Xavier's Mansion and in New Orleans and he was hardly impressed with her then.
"Mr. Stark?" She asked, thinking that perhaps the shadows were playing havoc with her vision and it really wasn't him standing beside her. The tentacles of her mind, as always, made a attempt to reach out and pick through his mind...though she expected a wall as there always seemed to be when it came to Iron Man.