[She blinks, looking a little unsure why Jean's asking.]

Me?

I am fine. I have... people here, looking out for me.

[It's something she's getting used to, to be sure. People used to look out for her in very different ways, after all, behind thick glass windows and across long sterile halls — not an ounce of love in it, other than those kind nurses who tried to sneak it when they could.]

You should worry more about yourself. You're the one who just crawled out of a lake.

Logan will not be happy if you get sick.