Despite the shower and the nap, Jubilee still felt exhausted. She took her time getting ready, going through the closet of clothing provided to her until she was able to put together an outfit. She popped her sunglasses on her head, and pushed them back to keep her short hair out of her face.
When the doors open, she saw Gambit… and though he was different, he was unmistakably Gambit. Almost as if Morph were trying to impersonate him from a distant memory. She stomped her way up to him, slamming her fist right into his shoulder with a short grunt.
“That is for leaving me in that stupid box all locked up and sad!” She glared at him, and she stomped her foot again, like a spoiled child. She took a step back. “You had better promise never to ever be a traitor dweeb again you jerk or I will paf you.”
Jubilee stared at him for a moment, before practically jumping at him, throwing her arms around him in a hug.