Sometime later...
"...and then I'm trying to find Jean, because for some reason she can't stay where she's told, and I'm down on this street where all the car dealers congregate," Lorna continued her tale of how she met that jerk Tommy, "when he comes running through and stops in front of me and just kind of stares at me for a minute before being really, really creepy and talking about how he's your sister's son and stuff."
The green haired girl carefully glossed over the whole bit about Tommy claiming she was his aunt simply by not mentioning it in the slightest, "And then he left a card with his name on it and a phone number. Creep was hitting on me and it was just..." She shivered.
"So of course, when we get back from N.O., he finds his way up to Xavier's and it seems he was flirting with Jean, too. And probably every girl in the city when he should have been helping clear out zombies. And Jean, sweet as she is, is only seventeen and well..." Lorna shrugged, "I guess I shouldn't be too surprised she liked the attention and all, but she's a telepath... and his story had more holes in it than swiss cheese you know..."