[ At her own surprise, Jean lifts her gaze to meet the woman's and she finds herself feeling a little more... relaxed. Not to say that she was tense around her, just... there's always something about being in the company of another who just gets it. The Professor had always been that comfort for her. ]

Like an empath.

[ Her lips curl up into a gentle smile. ]

But... I am. I can read minds I mean. I can also move things with my mind as well. Protect myself. Protect others.

[ That's what she had been doing before she found herself here. But she shakes herself from those thoughts, a hand running along her arm as she drags her teeth over her lower lip, letting her attention fall back onto the woman. ]

I'm what you would call a mutant. Someone with extraordinary gifts.