Jean's eyes are locked on the wall across from him, not acknowledging anyone. Chéreau walks calmly into the hallway. "Lefévre, you better damned well hope you graduate before I finish PTing you."

Jean's eyes widen, taking the threat quite seriously. "Sir! Cadet requesting permission to make apologies before you start PTing him, sir."

Chéreau looks at him. "You have three minutes until the VTOL leaves. If I have to wait, you will not be riding in the passenger cabin of my aircraft." With that, Chéreau turns and walks back to the roof.

Jean's posture loosens, his normal grin returning. He steps over to Weiss. "Mademoiselle." He takes her hand in both of his. "I must apologize. I was far out of line. I truly hope you will be able to forgive me, and perhaps give me a second chance." He kisses her hand. "Please, come to see me in Paris after I graduate." He looks after Chéreau. "If I graduate." He mumbles seriously. He looks back at Weiss. "I will make it up to you, and no drinking, I swear." The grin returns.