[Jean looks like herself again - except she's turning the band she wore round and round in her hands.]
So - sorry, to anyone I yelled at.
For anyone who doesn't know, my name is actually Jean, and I'm not a druid. [She sounds a bit wistful, though. The memories aren't quite hers, now, but enough remains that she misses them.
Aglain, she thinks, was a lot like Charles.]
I'm starting to worry about this trend. I've ended up as a terrorist twice, now. [Her lips quirk with a sharp sort of ruefulness.]
[Private to Morgana]
[The wry amusement fades, and her voice is low and soft.]
So. That was Camelot.
[Private to Elsa and Ben, separately]
[This, though, is a bit lighter.]
You were an X-Man, huh?
[Private to Marsh]
[And the amusement returns entirely.]
Thanks for the beer.
So - sorry, to anyone I yelled at.
For anyone who doesn't know, my name is actually Jean, and I'm not a druid. [She sounds a bit wistful, though. The memories aren't quite hers, now, but enough remains that she misses them.
Aglain, she thinks, was a lot like Charles.]
I'm starting to worry about this trend. I've ended up as a terrorist twice, now. [Her lips quirk with a sharp sort of ruefulness.]
[Private to Morgana]
[The wry amusement fades, and her voice is low and soft.]
So. That was Camelot.
[Private to Elsa and Ben, separately]
[This, though, is a bit lighter.]
You were an X-Man, huh?
[Private to Marsh]
[And the amusement returns entirely.]
Thanks for the beer.