Raven sighed. Of course. Not that there'd been much to go home to. A renewed life with Charles, maybe, but... "I suppose it wasn't my fate to be a teacher after all." She eyed the child on Erik's chest. She wasn't being a babysitter, either.

She offered him a wry smile. "Every time I run into you, my life gets that much more interesting. Running away with you, trying to shoot me, and then mutant gods. Now flying cities? What's next, Erik?"

Not that any but the first part was really his fault. Well, and the shooting.