"And you're sure you don't want me to carry you," Jessica said, which was only partially a joke, and the proportion that was varied substantially from moment to moment. She couldn't help but think this was entirely her fault. She'd mentioned ice slides, way back on their first night out, but hadn't considered what kind of learning curve was involved. Probably Bobby Drake had spent a bunch of time practicing in the Danger Room, with all kinds of safety precautions. Professor X hadn't just assumed he'd have natural effortless command of zipping around like that, because Professor X wasn't a dope.

As a result, she was also a little worried about what sort of conclusions the doctor would have drawn from how guilty she'd looked. Probably she was imagining the askance looks. Probably. Still.