"I'm fine, Scott. Honest." Jean pulled herself up and smoothed herself off. Despite her protestation that she was fine Jean seemed a little unsteady. "I think we should just run the diagnostic. Something wasn't right here and I'm admittedly a bit freaked out. It isn't every day the Room puts me on the floor in fear."
Truth was it had never happened before. Jean was an omega level mutant. There was nothing that had ever stopped her for very long before. Not even death.
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