Jean doesn't pay much attention to the tight, soaked clothes. Between the life of Bobby underfoot since her mid-teens and the plethora of very beautiful, often since Krakoa sometimes very unclothed, people that covers so very many on Krakoa, even if he weren't basically still a child, it wouldn't stand out much.

She still wants to offer him a towel she doesn't have, and that's very her, too.

The smile is flawless, but the frisson of seriousness that emanates from deep, down behind it isn't. It could be anything, though, and so Jean smiles back easily. "Do you have a food menu, too? I'm waiting on friends, but starting to feel a little like I could eat, and ordering a round of apps they could arrive to probably wouldn't go amiss either."