Had Scott been in his normal state of mind, he would have felt the woman in his mind. His mentor had been Charles Xavier, the world's greatest telepath on the planet...former greatest, would be accurate. He heard her welcome him, and entered to see her with some kind of papers. Scott didn't miss that part of the job.
When she said he was expected, he almost asked 'How?" but then remember mind reading mutants might pick up stray thoughts. He laughed in his head, because he was so daft. His brain was like a child, slowly building his memories back together like Legos'. He had all the memories, just some were out of place. When he saw her, there wasn't much to remember.
He remembered her looks, which he always assumed were surgical. He knew her attitude, which frightened him. But everything else was pretty much gone. It was almost like his brain removed the old memories to make room for new ones. He stood there, placing his hands on his side as he spoke.
"I was wondering if you did mind therapy. Just got back from...a weird experience. Can you block it?" Nothing good came out of his seven years of exile. Nothing happened that he really wanted to remember. If this woman could make it so he thought he woke up, missed 7 years, and was alright...he would take it. He knew it might jumble some other memories, but he wanted to forget what he did in Alaska. "Just make it a bad dream or something?"