Illyana had just settled down properly to wait, legs crossed like a grade-schooler, when she heard a male voice call out. The man came into view a moment later. Didn't sound remotely French, so she figured it probably wasn't Gambit. She hauled herself to her feet, regarding the man warily. Not that she couldn't summon a stepping disc from a sitting position, but her training wouldn't let her just sit there as a stranger approached.
"I'm fine," she said, brushing the dirt off her jeans. "Just waiting for someone." She shrugged. "I was new yesterday." She offered a polite smile. "But thanks for asking."
Rahne would kick her for being rude. That thought, while bringing a slightly warmer smile to her face, prompted Illyana to offer her hand to the man. "Illyana Rasputin. And you are?"