Jean arched an eyebrow at the blond's outburst. Jean never knew there was another way to go about it. After all, the Professor was supposed to know what he was doing-right? He was just trying to help her, but Regan's objection had her wondering if it really was to help.
"He-He said it was too much for me right now," she explained, taking a sip of pop and absently dropping the can, only to catch it with a touch of her telekinesis and allow it to hover carefully to her nightstand. "I thought he was only doing it to protect me". She had killed someone and nearly killed Spider-Woman.
"How would you go about it?" Jean looked up at the illusionist curiously, "Teaching, I mean..."