He made a face a her vague and portentous description of this person of interest. He had watched this movie before: tragically, the hero trying to avoid the prophecy usually ended up kicking it into action. "I will just have to fill de blanks and assume he's here to keep Starbucks from making another vile milkshake special." It had been gross and he had had to drive too many unlicensed girls to the nearest one to try it.
The broad brooding guy, who recently appeared and the heads of Xavier institute took in without a word.... was their son. From the apparently very rough and dystopian future. He sat still as he tried to accept this, and the idea it was real because who could fool Jean and Xavier? "Ah ha. A new mysterious stranger in our midst et he has de shiniest technology you've ever seen," he finally said. "I suppose it'd be too easy for him to know exactly what he's looking for?"