Jono glanced up at the four men who were doing their own thing up near the nose of the plane. Talking amongst themselves. Doing whatever it was that X-Men supposedly did. More or less ignoring the rookie member.

Yeah, Emma's way of putting it sounded about right.

Press-ganged, more like. It isn't as though I've signed up to kiss his shoes, Emma. I ran into some complications in London. Couldn't afford a plane or a portal ticket away from there, and there's no way I'd be able to scratch out a life for myself, now. Too conspicuous. They're my out.