She pushed him away gently. Poor Grell. Meg knew he was scared, but her head was pounding and she couldn't deal with his whining just then.

"No... no worries, eh?" she tried to sound cheerful even as she gingerly rolled onto her belly so she could crawl to a piece of furniture, then use that leverage to finally get onto her feet. "Just sit tight, friend. We can, uh... s-send for help. I'm sure the X-Men are worried sick. Don't fret. I'm sure they're looking for me right now..."