Robert and Jean, later
Jean had forgotten the point of coming here, but it did not seem to matter any longer. Once she had realized that she could not leave, the red head had pushed that from mind, preferring to concentrate on what was going on around her. The place seemed distinctly different from before, and was rather discomforting.
There were strange sights, as if someone were there one second and gone the next. The noises that seemed to come from one direction, and then other did little to help. It was not that Jean was easily frightened, but she was prepared for situations entirely different to this. Rarely did she go out where there might be threats alone back home, and even then she had her powers at a hundred percent rather than this... mess that it was in Marrowood.
Jean let out a quiet exhale, floorboard creaking underneath her boots, and she continued down the hall, eyes glancing off the walls, and along the hall. It appeared empty, but there was still the feeling of being watched, no matter how she had not seen anyone (for sure) since arriving.