He's one of the rare ones, Jean thought as she listened to him, the ones who seek out powers and then use them for a greater, selfless good. But she kept it to herself and shifted her eyes down to her feet. She could feel that he wasn't comfortable tooting his own horn. Which was another good sign.
It took a minute for her to answer when he redirected the narrative to her. This was always awkward. What to say? How much to say? Was he asking for an honest answer or some simple words of propriety?
"Uh...it's...complicated?" Jean offered with a breathy chuckle as she ran her hands over the rough stone beneath her.
"Being a mutant is complicated enough, I guess, but being pulled forward in time and trying to live up to expectations people have of you for twenty, thirty years you haven't lived? Or, in my case, living up to some expectations and desperately trying to avoid other expectations. Yeah. It's definitely no picnic."
Not to mention the fiery space doom apocalyptic bird god. Yeah, definitely not to mention that.
"Weirdly enough this is the least amount of pressure I've felt about it in the whole two years of living outside my timeline. I know everyone's desperate to get back where they belong, and maybe it's silver lining thinking, but it's something."