[ To say that's unsettling would be an understatement, but Jean does her best not to let her concerns show too strongly through expression as she sits there, gaze drifting off. Mutants are no more. Laura has lived in a building and not told of the outside world while also being a mutant... it doesn't take much for her mind to begin gently clicking and sliding certain pieces into various places and she looks to Laura with a soft concern lingering within her eyes.

Something about her still pings familiar to her. ]

I'm sorry. [ She wears a weary smile on her lips. ] I'm asking you so many things out here like this when I haven't even dried myself off. I feel like conversations like this are a lot better over hot chocolate and something sweet, don't you?