The professor glances up at her, worridley eyeing the avoidant expression on her face, and he flexes his hand against the handle of his chair, excercising his self control to stay out of her head. "Miss Jubilee.. are you sure theres nothing you want to tell me? Anything you tell me is confidential you know..." He smiles at her gently, his hand carefully touching her sleeve. A sigh softly escaped his lips as he couldnt even avoid hearing NO projected clearly from those bright black eyes. A pause stretched between them, pierced only by the soft chink of Jo--- Pyro's lighter. The soft sound brought him back to the present, and he tugged gently at the material of her jacket. "This is lovely on you Jubilee, by the way. Please tell me if you ever need to go shopping again, I'd be glad to ask Jean or Ororo, now that theyre back." His eyes ran carefully over her posture, her face, her eyes, hooded with a secret, hidden pain. Pressure, he decided, was not the reason he wanted Jubilee to talk to him. Dissapointement filled him at this; what he longed for was trust, for his students to open up to him. It was too early, he supposed, for this particular girl to be ready... at least she trusted Logan. He tilted his head as his hand drifted back to his chair. "I have something to attend to now, Jubilee. Please, I'm always around."
Leaving her side, he pulled a quick turn, moving to be right next to a young, rebellious-looking youth, in mid-teens if he guessed correctly. Pyro, he knew, had to be one of the newcomers, and though his music was loud enough to make the Proffesor wince, he could still discern a chill of nervousness cloaking this youth. One hand tapped a thin shoulder, and he cringed at the feel of unwashed cotton. A duffel bag caught his eye, and he only narrowly avoided sighing. He hoped this young mans circumstances were dictated by his parents financial situation, not their negligence. Predjudice twords mutants being rampant and all.. he knew that it was wont to spread to even the parents of some such gifted children.
"Hello Pyro." He got an impression of tightened posture and soft brown eyes before it hit him that the boy was looking at him with complete and utter distrust. His name.. he never told me his name. Damn. Withdrawing his hand, he tried again. "Welcome to Xavier Institute, I am Proffesor Xavier, and I would like to welcome you to my school." A brave attempt at a smile graced his mouth. "Would you like to be shown the grounds first, or your room?"