Erik inhales slowly through his nose and then shakes his head, patting her on the knee. On some level he understands that the world has collectively moved on, so to speak, but for him-it's too strong, too fresh. He'd been able to cope, to channel it into the fight for mutant betterment, but even that doesn't seem to exist here. There's nothing to do but deal with something that can't be dealt with. "Some other time, perhaps," he replies mildly.