Troy was slower, if only because he was further away. He had no experience with the Phoenix, but Jean had been in his head before, and the voice was familiar. If she called, why wouldn't he go? It was his nature, even before the dreams had begun. He went where he was needed.
Dr. Smith was surprisingly fast on his feet, even in the loafers that he seemed to think were Proper Professor Footwear.
The shaggy-haired fellow glanced sideways at Scott and Emma as he approached. Emma he recognized, and he'd have smiled a hello if the situation weren't obviously so tense. The glowing. It wasn't the bittersweet glow of a Time Lord's regeneration; it was a glow of power, and he wasn't certain he liked it. Not after his last conversation with the Phoenix.