Jean felt their minds before she had landed, and smiled. Nathan was there, but a mystery, as always, while Belle's mind shone like a beacon. Jean poked at it gently, not meaning any harm. There was mirth and joy there, along with a bit of frustration and stress.
After that though, there were defenses. Jean nodded. So this woman wasn't as unprotected as she wanted to appear. Interesting.
She landed on the front step and knocked out of courtesy.