[There's not even a second that she thinks he might refuse to come with her; he's Scott Summers. Of course he'll want to help a girl who's probably not hiding her distress as well as she wishes she were. Sure, he might want to pretend he's some cool rebel, but he's a good guy under all of that bravado; she can't imagine a different Scott being any, well, different.

So she takes his hand and lets him help her up, even if it's unnecessary. She even squeezes his hand briefly in thanks, opening her mouth to say so, when-]

Huh?

[She snorts a startled little laugh in spite of herself, only belatedly pulling her hand back so she can try to stifle it. Scott, in something called a "training room?!"]

I mean, there's Mikey's dojo, but I don't think we had any plans to go there today. I was thinking more about the roof, or the sandwich shop...