Jean couldn't help but roll her eyes sightly at the mention of the Summers boys. She shifted her weight to one of her hips and shrugged a little.
"Scott's dating the ice cube." She responded, sounding only slightly bitter. "But this isn't about them. This is about you." She turned back to him and lifted her hand to poke her index finger into his chest.
"Abandoning me." She added, the smirk coming back to her features.