Jean was comfortable with how Scott seemed. His pallor was off, but he'd been carrying on the conversation without confusion or dullness, his pulse and breathing was settling not worsening, and the pain didn't seem beyond management. She would've liked to make use of one of the machines to check for further injury not readily apparent, but those weren't quite in commission. She directed him to stay lying down a little longer as she moved to select, from a unique cabinet along one wall, a particular bottle of vitamin-enriched water. [color=#DAA06D]"I should be available to take this on while you recover more,"[/color] she expressed with a mix of disappointment and mild frustration. [color=#0096FF]"For whatever reason she's been invisible to you. That and how you said whatever's affecting you, was more intense after everything went off. If she had a hand in that the situation might not be safe for you, regardless."[/color] Jean looked like she still had her doubts. Scott brought his hand to her arm in an understanding touch. After a moment he gradually sat up. Jean handed him the drink. Once he had it down about halfway, he stood. Dizziness didn't overcome him. They left for Function Room D together. [hr] If it hadn't been for the tech malfunctioning, Xavier might not've found it. But a typically hidden, mechanized part of wall was left just open enough in the aftermath. How it usually was accessed was unknown, but the operative knowledge was that it was, now. [hr] He met Jean and Scott midway to coming to him. His ballistic vest already on underneath his formal jacket, and Scott's vest on his lap, though he now held it out for him. Likewise, Scott wore the vest underneath his trench coat; his combat jacket foregone so as not to affect the fit. Before they set off, Jean brought a hand to the side of Scott's face, giving him a kiss. [color=#DAA06D]"Stay safe."[/color] A routine exchange if they weren't undertaking a mission together; Scott held her momentarily with one hand along her side, [color=#0096FF]"you too."[/color] People who kept secrets didn't tend to like others figuring them out. [color=#DAA06D]"Keep aware of yourself. You could be injured more than we realize. Don't brush anything off."[/color] With a nod, the men were off. Before going to see what more she could get Director Becker to divulge, Jean was of the mind to ferret out where in this facility the unknown-to-her teenager had been living all this time. . . . . [hr] Outside, Cyclops and Xavier were heading in the direction of the high security gate when Xavier paused. [color=#7393B3]"I'm receiving a strong sense of psychic energy being discharged...further into the distance. Somehow I believe she's moving more efficiently than we'll be able to make up if we want to reach her sooner than later."[/color] Cyclops found this to be interesting information; Xavier equating traveling psychic energy with the girl. Just what were her powers... While he didn't have a sure answer on that, Cyclops did have one for their own travel. [hr] Soon they were in one of the facility vehicles; Xavier's wheelchair in the trunk, while Cyclops drove mostly one handed to not bother his collarbone injury. [color=#0096FF]"The only problem with this is it's unlikely she stuck to the road. I wouldn't."[/color] [color=#7393B3]"I believe we'll wind up where we need to be. She'll need supplies at any rate, and for all we know she's headed for family."[/color] Xavier closed his eyes then, receiving a different sense as they passed a certain stretch of forest beside the road. [color=#7393B3]"The guards have all been injured. It'll contact Jean to have someone come for them. I feel they will be fine until then and it's in our best interests to keep on.[/color] And so they did...at as fast a speed-limit-disregarding pace as they could while still maintaining control. Xavier was keeping his mind further down the road, ensuring they would have no collisions. [hr] It was decided to forego the vehicle once they arrived in town. The girl would be on foot, and able to go into places a vehicle couldn't, for one thing. Situated back in his wheelchair, Xavier concentrated. While in a larger sense her mind was elusive to him, he could discern a mutant wavelength among a town of exclusively regular ones. They found her just in time. Blast dialed down to a low point, Cyclops succeeded in getting off a precision shot - blasting the gun right out of the cop's hands. He readjusted his dial. [i]"It's another one! They're rushing us!"[/i] Those among the crowd driven more by a fight than flight response began looking around for something to use against them. [color=#7393B3]"I assure you we mean you no harm,"[/color] Xavier appealed. [color=#7393B3]"Leave this matter to us and we will all be on our way."[/color] Cyclops was keeping aware of the locals, but keeping [i]watchful[/i] of Ryder.