Jonah Margaux was settling into life off the road just fine. He'd spent most of his time in the early spring training, working out and hashing over old and new business with Mystique and some of the others (Dom, John, Mort). As spring came on, he found it harder and harder to sit around indoors talking about what could happen. Things were happening - he wasn't going to miss them. While they were at Xavier's they had more opportunities to train and learn (not that his genius cousin was taking advantage of those facts). He had spent a few hours (at least) in the company of some of the more technical X-Men, and some of the more skilled fighters. Those folks were his cup of tea - but he didn't really drink tea.
As he passed by the window (the curtains having been pushed back to allow for more sunlight in the common room and hallways) he noticed a sleek figure on the lawn between the mansion and the dorm. He quirked a brow when he squinted out into the daylight and recognized who he was spying. Ormand. In spandex. Looking bendy. Tea might not have been a favorite, but, y'know what they say about apples...
He made a sharp turn for the exit and strolled casually out onto the grass between buildings. He began busying his hands by pushing the cuffs of his sleeves up his arms, and when he drew closer, he called out. "Doing a little sunnin', Eve?"