"It's all right," Charles said pleasantly. "Don't worry about it."
It's nothing.
He took another sip of tea. "I could use the company, sometimes, though it seems like there's always a crisis at hand." As he spoke, he was picking through her memories. Seeking out the one with Magneto and dissolving it. She was mistaken. She just saw an old man on the street. The Magneto conclusion shouldn't come up again.