"I been through worse," he he assured her, nodding. He, of course, had no way of knowing if that was even true, but he was willing to go out on a limb and say it anyway. Still, he wasn't about to push, and if she didn't want to even risk it, it wasn't his place to make her more uncomfortable than she needed to be. "Your choice."
"It's more than that," he replied, shaking his head. There was no doubt in his mind that Xavier would prepare his students for the worst. The man had seen the worst in action, and knew that it was a threat that they were going to have to face. "As a person. In here." He tapped his head. "You stronger than he is."
He dug his hands back into his pockets, watching her face again as she talked about heading back North. He squinted against the wind, closing one eye momentarily to try to moisten the contact lens again. He'd chosen an awful, windy day to decide to wear them, but it had seemed like the safest plan.
"Would it help?" He rubbed his eye, then turned his attention back on her. "Or would headin' back and going back to being whoever it was you were up there the first time around just make you feel worse about it? For what it's worth, you got help nearby if somethin' happens down here, and I got the number for that place. Xavier's got himself at least two jets that I know of that'll get here fast if somethin' does happen. And if that's not quick enough, I can fly you up."
"'Course that don't help with wanting to see the snow... unless we have another freak snowstorm, New Orleans ain't hardly the place for that kind of thing." He smiled, then added, "Ain't trying to make you stay if you don't want to. But it seems like you ain't sure goin' back's what you wanna do. You got other options."