Jean had already been awakened by her recurring dream. The one of the Phoenix, and her terrible power. She didn't believe in portents or any of that nonsense, but she couldn't help the feeling that this was more than just a ridiculously awful dream.
Hearing John mutter to himself on the far side of the deck, Jean quietly moved next to him, frowning. He was such a happy man, and this was the first time she'd really seen him even remotely less than positive.