Jean glanced up from her computer screen, the image of black and white destruction evident, and she paused only for a moment before closing the screen and manuvering her way to the door. The attack had left her room in shambles. The red head didn't have a bed anymore and the computer was a saving grace in the scene of absolute chaos. The telpath fingered the doorknob, allowing her head to peer into that of the stranger on the other side...or attempting to. She caught hints of speeding thoughts with a familiar pattern and the door was whipped open in a second.
"Tommy..."
Green eyes took in his huddled form, pain and worry filling the depths before she bent and pulled the teen in, wrapping him in her arms and taking him to the small cot that was her sleeping place for now. "Oh god...Tommy. Are you okay? What happened?"