Jean considered it for the briefness of a moment. She could walk it. The walk would not kill her, nor would the patience, or the concealing of her powers. But it was also a show of good faith, and just a tiny show would not reveal the depth of her secret depths.

Her green eyes never left him, facial expression calm, as she rose five feet into the air, straight off the ground without effort or action, a soft yellow-orange corona illuminating her skin only about half an inch from it.