He takes her hand, and moseys toward the exit with her.

"You getting along with the team," he tells her. "That's a given."

His shoulders untense a little as the subject changes, relieved to be moving on.

He smirks at her. "So. How badly do you think your x-people will take my carting you off to England? Cuz I tell you, Pryde, me ribs are not what they used to be. I don't know if they can handle another beating."