Jean glanced back at the blonde-haired driver who was looking at her steering wheel as though it were possessed. If only she knew. She unclipped her seatbelt and hopped out of the car, hitching her skinny blue jeans back up on her waist properly as she stretched her legs.
"We're lucky to get a park so close." She said to Irene as her old teacher locked the car with the remote control. "If we're smart with our time, we might be able to go for a coffee before we have to be back."
Jean would've quite happily spent all day browsing the various little bridal knick-knacks and ideas and dresses and things that the boutique provided, but as the mansion's only qualified medical officer at the moment she had to be around when Danger Room sessions were scheduled to be run. The afternoon was booked to the brim from 2 o'clock onwards, but they had more than enough time between then and now with which to shop.