"Yeah, she's fine, she had help." Not that Em had told her who or what the help was. Other mutants? Possible. John didn't like to think about that, didn't like to think about someone else he had to measure himself against. Crossing his arms, the lighter absently dragged under his bottom lip, the metal cold against skin. "I invited her over for dinner sometime, make her feel a little more at home. Keep an eye out for her." He glanced up at Bobby, wondering if that would come too close to 'patrol' to not tweak some nerves.

There was something sourer as he looked at Bobby, disappointed at what he saw there. Some fucking hero his boyfriend had turned out to be. But even back in the day, Bobby hadn't really risen to the occasion. John had been the one to use his powers first and foremost, aggressively if needed. Hell, Rogue had had more initiative than Bobby.

"She doesn't think it's about us, but come on. She doesn't even exist in the fucking universe, how else is someone gonna just happen to find her in London?" His scorn was obvious.