"Henry will be excited. You'll be a blank slate he can teach to." She glanced over to where she was controlling the pen. It scribbled something more and settled back on the desk. "That's one of the things we'll be working on. Muscle-brains, when it comes to tk, have lots of problems with fine control. Like picking a coin off the floor. We have a place to work on your powers without fear of things breaking."

That place was certainly not her office. So no fine control tests were going to happen now, but it at least gave her an idea for future sessions.

You're not a burden. You're a student here. It's my responsibility to make sure you have the right instructors to help you with your powers. Considering your power combination, it's either me or I call my mother in from deep space. There was a faint image sent of her mother. It was more reflex than planned action. She hadn't quite meant to send the mental image of Jean Grey-Summers surrounded by a fiery raptor in the middle of deep space, but it was sent all the same.