He didn't have nightmares that night, when the impromptu party had wound down, and him and his new charge had decided to get some sleep. Logan had grabbed a pillow and moved to sleep on the couch, but Laura looked stunned, like a child that had ran to her parent's room, only to be told to go back to bed and stop being afraid.

"I'm not a good person to share a room with." Logan said gingerly. "I have nightmares, and I lash out, sometimes."

"I heal." Laura said. And that had been the end of that discussion, and he flopped down on one side of the bed. He hadn't had nightmares that night.

That was probably because Laura jolted awake every hour, breathing rapidly, looking around, like she had heard SHIELD or some group coming to kidnap her. Logan felt sympathy, the first two times. Then he wondered how he had ever had any steady girlfriend, if he was anything like that. At seven in the morning, he gave up all hope of actually getting any sleep in until he got Storm to give her a tour or something.

"Kid, I've literally killed over a hundred fully armed soldiers." He said without opening his eyes as Laura jolted awake again at 7:23am. "Assault rifles, shotguns, grenades, helicopters, nothing's stopped me yet. Go to sleep, you're safe."

Wesley finally walked over, sitting down with a cup of coffee, half an hour after the previous person. Of course, it was almost two in the afternoon, so half an hour didn't make much difference.

Jubilee glanced down, smirked. "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you-" She paused as Wesley reached down, removed a hadgun and set it down on the table, going back to his coffee. She raised an eyebrow, then picked it up. It was an alloy metal, with rubber grips. "Beretta 92fs, 9mm. " She said, looking at the slide. "Well, that'll teach me to have a dirty mind."

"Nice shirt, Jubes." Rogue laughed, sitting down at the table, rising equally late. Jubilee glanced down. It was a green henley shirt, way too big for her petite frame and not her style at all. But it was clean, and actually looked adorable.

"The perfect shirt, really." The merc said wryly. "Works for every occasion, and almost any weather. I graduated from college in a henley shirt just like that."

"You're helpful." Jubilee said, lightly smacking Wesley on the back of the head. He half laughed/half spewed coffee onto the table.

"Well, surprised to see any of you up while it's still daylight." Jean remarked lightly, smiling as she came into the room. "Looks like you guys shook off the raid well enough."

"Yeah, it's starting to become routine." Marie sighed, swirling a cup of hot chocolate around. "People invade. This place could use some better security, you know?"

"We actually are working on that." Jean said. She glanced at the handgun on the table. "Given that we have some young students here, we'd prefer if you were a little more discrete and cautious with those."

"When I have the power to grab people with my mind and hurl them around, I won't need a handgun." Wesley said offhandedly. "You know the Professor offered me a job here, so don't I get more leeway, as staff?"

"You didn't accept it, yet." Jean countered, smirking a little. "So, you're still a guest."

"He so accepts." Jubilee deadpanned. Jean glanced from Wesley to Jubilee, raised an eyebrow.

"You know, pretty much all my weapons and gear are illegal in the state of New York?" He asked wryly. "Though considered all the spec ops soldiers that got killed here, I suppose that's moot…"

"We're not going to turn you in, kiddo." Jean said teasingly, turning to leave. "Enjoy today, all of you. It's been well earned."

"Never thought you'd be asking how to make this place a fortress." Forge said, looking at blueprints. "You want to be able to survive anything down there, eh?"

"That's the idea." Xavier said, glancing at Forge's face, onscreen. "This assassin's attack is just the latest problem. I've been hearing rumors… if I wish to safely keep this facility, it needs to be hardened."

"It's not going to be fast or cheap." Forge said. "And you're forgetting the fact… if you end up with your backs to the wall in your basement, you're already doomed. A fortress is only as tough as the men protecting it."

"That will depend on you in part." Xavier remarked. Forge shrugged.

"I can make what you want." He said. "But even those will have limits. I'd advise mobility over a fortress."