[ A telepath's worst nightmare, to be perfectly honest. To have little to no control over your own thoughts or even keeping those from others out. Her telepathy had been off as it was, before Alkali Lake and everything that happened moments before coming here. Even here, the couple times she's reached out, it hasn't been without a sort of fuzziness to it. As if blindly reaching through a thick fog that was both familiar and not at the same time.

So the look she gives the woman is one both unnerved and curious. Could a mutant be behind all this? There were those capable of creating and planting illusions within one's mind, but... she's not sure this is what any of this is. But she also can't rule the possibility out. ]

You've been dreaming for a year?

[ Because that's what all of this, isn't it? A dream? A very lifelike dream with obvious consequences attached to actions done such as feeling pain when one pricks their finger or something else of that nature. The mind is powerful thing, one doesn't need to tell Jean Grey that and yet... she still feels at a loss with all this. ]

A shared dream then... [ words she mumbles to herself as she gives a curious look around once more ] ...I'm not sensing any sort of presence that might be the one fabricating this.