It was a very odd feeling. It was like something scurrying around in her brain, she could feel it. It was crowded in there, there was Wicked, Jean and a another telepathic agent who made sure the important thoughts stayed behind static.
Wicked's face went bright red as she realized what she'd been thinking and hoped to god Jean had no idea who Pietro was.
"A-alright, you proved me wrong! You can be naughty!"