24 - Video

[Jean's not in her usual clothes. Granted, "usual" ranges from loose sweats to tailored skirts to combat gear.

But she doesn't often wear suits.

She bought it ages back, before Phoenix. It feels stiff and starchy, but it makes her feel a bit more confident. If she's not a professional, she at least looks the part.

She's wearing a pearl necklace, tucked neatly beneath the folded collar.

Her hair is pulled back, her hands clasped in front of her on a polished wooden desk. It's bare, save for several pictures; her parents, her X-Men, Annie.

At first, when she speaks, she sounds stiffly rehearsed; as she goes on, though, her voice loosens and warms.]

Hi. For anyone who doesn't know, my name is Jean. Jean Grey.

I know this flood was difficult for a lot of us. And the next one will be, too, and the next after that.

Most of you know that you have people to talk to, if you need it. I'm not as educated or experienced as they are - I've got my undergraduate degree and that's it. [She doesn't say how it got interrupted; it doesn't matter.]

But I know a lot about - loss and trauma and heartache. I know how to listen.

[She takes a breath, flexes her fingers.]

I'm also a telepath. That - well, it can help. But I won't use it unless you want me to.

If there's anything else you want to know about me, just ask.

[Finally, she smiles.]

You can find me in the infirmary.

[Private to Iris]

[Her smile fades, a bit, as uncertainty returns.]

I talked to Victor. Future Victor, I mean.

[Private to Charles]

[And the smile returns.] I don't know if I ever said thank you, for the office.

And the offer is open to you, too.