"What are we talking about," Jean asked, checking over the seat-belts on the jet.

"Where we would go if you could take the Blackbird right now," Betsy lounged in her seat like this was a place to hangout.

"What's the consensus," Jean made a few notes on her clipboard.

"Storm wants to go to Barbados, Scott wants to go to Toronto of all places, and I want to go to France. I was just asking Logan here where he wanted to go."

"Where would you want to go, Jean," Logan smoothly avoided giving an answer by deflecting it onto Jean, of all people.

Jean rifled through the first aid kit with a little less care than she usually would; she unzipped her suit so she could breathe, it seemed quite hot in the Blackbird. She wondered how Logan could look so otherwise unaffected in a leather suit, and then wondered why she was wondering that.

"Brazil."

"Really, not Ireland?"

"Today, it would be Brazil. Warm sun, cold drinks, small bikinis," Jean smiled, walking down the stairs with clipboard in hand.

"Brazil sounds good," Logan told Betsy.

Jean finished talking with Scott about repairs needing to be made, and turned to see Logan leaning up against the doorway to the hangar.

"Maybe he wants to help you to your room, too," Scott joked.

"Been taking comedic lessons from Bobby again," she muttered, checking her list again.

"So you gonna make him wait or what?"

"Who says he waitin' for me?"

"I say so, because I didn't need saving when I didn't get ganged up on in the park like-" Scott helpfully reminded her.

"I didn't need saving...I'll be back in a minute," Jean sighed.

"Don't worry about it, we need to eat and shower before we deal with the jet."

Jean headed over to Logan, trying not to let his intent gaze scatter her brains.

"Hey," she smiled, hoping to pass him without having to talk.

"How's the ribs?"

"Tender, but nothing I haven't experienced before," she groaned inwardly as he stepped onto the elevator with her.

"Good thing I was around to help you," he replied with a smirk.

"Yeah, thanks for that. Doesn't happen often."

"You needing help?"

"Not having them all flat on their backs, even being outnumbered."

Jean hated thinking she needed to be saved, this wasn't some fairytale where she was the damsel in distress and he wasn't the knight in shiny leather!

"Well that's what teammates are for, right?"

Jean laughed. "You have never been a team player, if I recall correctly."

"I can make exceptions," he grinned.

"Oh please," she laughed, reaching for her doorknob. "Well..."

"Well what."

"You passed your room," she ducked inside her bedroom, and prodded her ribs gently with her fingertips. "Ow".