Raven walked in slowly to the hangar, watching the fracas unfolding. Looked like Rogue had found they wayward thief and shepherded him home. And James was doing his usual cuddly tactics with a teammate, although it looked like the thief wasn't cowering properly.
Reaching the three, she sniffed the air. "Was something on the jet on fire? I smell burning," she noted and looked to her daughter and jerk her head back. "Let them punch each other, it's a manly expressing-emotions thing."