She thought about standing, like one of those moments in the movies where the main character is about to launch into a speech and they say I'm going to stand, thanks. But maybe that was too aggressive, so Jean figured she'd take a seat. For now.
The stool became enveloped by a bright pink energy and jumped across the workshop over to where she stood. Then Jean sat on it and hitched her heels on the circular metal bar.
"So, Sam's proposal about keeping a watch. It turned into, like, a thing." She waved a hand. "I think it's important to consider some additional factors. Possible threats. And I don't mean possible in, like, a highly hypothetical kind of way, like 'oh, this thing could happen, maybe.' More, like, this thing has happened before, multiple times, and it's always catastrophic."
"So." Jean lifted up her hands and tucked some red hair behind her ears. "After talking about it, Carol and I think that this possible threat is worth watching for. It's called the Phoenix Force. And it is hunting me."