He feels his stomach flip like being on a rollercoaster when he's heaved off the floor and they come to a stop somewhere beyond the rafters. It's a solid leap, made that much more impressive with 300-some pounds of adamantium in tow.

"I'm fine—" he says waving her off. "High-speeds hits are a lot easier to bounce pack from than shit like ghosts with eye beams," he says leaning down to look at the room beneath them. He's quite certain that Summers-Ghost has been following for a while.

"It's the... don't tell me these ghost things ain't yet showed up looking like anyone you know. They even mimic people's powers and I already run through a handful of familiar faces— Kitty. Kurt. Gambit. If one of them's a high-powered telepath that's a fight I could do without."