The smile that had lingered from his enthusiasm and his most recent confirmation of his hopeful reaction from the flora faded slowly after Thorn's response to her request.
Storm turned completely from her task now and raised her chin, "I'm not sure if you're aware," she began, a no-nonsense expression plastered across her dark features and a glaze of light blue cross her eyes, "but I served as headmistress around here for some time and it wasn't a title bestowed to me because of my academic abilities."
Storm played the role of mother, teacher, leader and much, much more. However far from 'power hungry' Ororo Munroe was, she understood her place and she was proud of her accomplishments. Wolverine, Cyclops... they had come and gone and when all was said and done they answered to her and Xavier. She was uncomfortable with the entire situation with the Brotherhood, but it was clear there were areas of gray and she wasn't as cut and dry as the men behind 'X-Men'. "You make sure that you're comfortable, Galen, and if someone doesn't like it, they can answer to me." Even if that someone was Magneto.