Re: quicklog: domino/jean at the mansion
[Jean's eyes flickered to Domino's buckle when she motioned to it, battle-worn and decidedly well-loved to put it gently. She warmed at her words, reminiscence heavy in the air, that longing for people that weren't here easy to see. Well, maybe it would be more difficult for someone that didn't see that same sadness every morning in the mirror. So many were gone.] He put it in good hands. [A smile, soft, before she motioned down the hallway she'd just come from.]
Me? Does that sound like something I'd do? [Shock played at her features, mocking any form of truth. It was teasing and light, and Jean took the bottle of wine as the symbol that it was. There was bad news coming. Something she had a inkling that was going to put a damper on the day which could only be killed by the emotion dulling alcohol. She steeled herself momentarily, tossing her hair behind her shoulders with a flip of her head.] Are you sure you don't want to see the fancy pants X-Men laundry facility? It's extremely efficient. [She smirked and led Domino down through the gallery to the lounge.] How are you doing here so far?