Jean Grey also knew stuff about Jean Grey. It wasn't her as in herself, Jean Grey, but another Jean Grey. One who was much older, one who had had so much bad stuff happen to her. One who had been used to do a lot of bad things. Yeah, she wasn't that Jean Grey. But that Jean Grey haunted her. And Jean thought about her nonstop.
The door to her quaint little cottage closed behind her and Jean made her way onto the cobble street. She was in denim cutoffs and a t-shirt that didn't quite fit perfectly so she'd bunched up the extra fabric and tied it in a knot at the bottom. Luckily she'd found a pair of high top shoes, laced up to her ankles. Jean had thrown on her Marvel Girl jacket from her latest X-Men team, a green and yellow 90's style windbreaker with the sleeves rolled up. It wasn't the best look she'd ever sported but, really, when you were scavenging for clothes you worked with what you found. She made her way out to the square, hearing muffled whispers of thought from behind the closed doors of the houses she passed. Jean could have shut them out harder if she tried, but she was keeping the door open for now.
It wasn't hard to find Flash once she'd gotten past the residential area. All she had to do was follow her nose. Well, not her nose exactly, but someone was definitely spending a lot of mental energy in imagining every delicious, greasy detail about burgers that was possible. The rest was a cakewalk (burgerwalk?), and Jean drew one hand out of her jacket and waved as she approached him.
Something struck her mind, something surprising that was enough to give her pause. Some kind of mental presence, something else. Jean couldn't quite figure out what it was. It wasn't like a normal mind, the kind she was used to encountering, the kind she was encountering right then with Flash sitting in front of her. This was like the flash of a fish swimming beneath the surface of a murky lake. There, just barely out of the corner of your eye, then gone. Jean looked around. They seemed alone enough.
"I'm a sad excuse for a welcome wagon, sorry," Jean offered as she refocused her attention on Flash. His surface thoughts were innocuous enough, enough to help put her at ease. "Which, wow irony, considering I used to actually be the welcome wagon back home for new mutants. Anyway, hi. Jean Grey. Welcome to our little corner of the multiverse," she gestured behind her, "be it ever so humble. It is, actually. Very humble."