Page 84 ~Hated Uniform & Flustered~
"Where we at?" Jean asked, taking the copilot's seat and locking her four- point harness closed. They'd both changed for the flight, into their X-Men uniforms, snug-fitting suits of what looked and felt like designer leather but which also served as highly effective body armour. For some reason, Storm had chosen to accessorize hers with a cloak that Jean had to concede looked pretty damn good on her and didn't seem to hinder her movements in the slightest. Jean had left her own outfit as it. It made her smile to recall that Logan had hated him on sight, though he didn't look half bad in it, either.
"Checklist," Storm repeated, shaking her head in amusement. In all the years they'd known each other, Jean had never let herself become so flustered.
"Where we at?" Jean asked, taking the copilot's seat and locking her four- point harness closed. They'd both changed for the flight, into their X-Men uniforms, snug-fitting suits of what looked and felt like designer leather but which also served as highly effective body armour. For some reason, Storm had chosen to accessorize hers with a cloak that Jean had to concede looked pretty damn good on her and didn't seem to hinder her movements in the slightest. Jean had left her own outfit as it. It made her smile to recall that Logan had hated him on sight, though he didn't look half bad in it, either.
"Checklist," Storm repeated, shaking her head in amusement. In all the years they'd known each other, Jean had never let herself become so flustered.
