"You okay?" Storm asked Jean, who at first didn't seem quite sure how to answer.
"All of a sudden," Jean replied, trying to make what just happened a joke, "damned if I know."
"Something wrong?"
"It's nothing." Jean shook her head, wriggled in her sheepskin-covered seat to make herself more comfortable, even though both of them knew it was anything but. "I was thinking, y'know, if only we could make the flight go faster. I guess my wish fullfilment kinda got...carried away."
"Ah" was Storm's only comment. It spoke volumes.
"What?" Jean demanded.
"Nothing. I asked, you answered, end of story."
"What, Ororo, for God's sake!"
The other woman shrugged. "Maybe it's just Logan's back in town."
Jean slumped in her chair, as much as her harness would allow. "Oh, God, it shows."
"Jean," Storm said flatly, "the sun 'shows' every morning when it rises. It has nothing on you."
"Why me?" Jean muttered, covering her eyes with her hands. "Why him? It isn't fair."
"You annoyed or tempted?"
"Truth, both."
"Ouch!"
"Tell me something I don't know."
"He has the look," Storm agreed with throaty chuckle.
"Then take him off my hands, please, before there's a disaster." To illustrate her point, she waved her hands to encompass the flight deck and remind Storm what had nearly happened mere minutes before.
"Grown woman like you, grown man like him, you saying you can't set a proper example for the children?"
"You're gonna bust my butt forever about this, aren't you?"
Storm turned serious. "I like him, Jean. But what I feel, it's a minor league. You two, you're the show."