Jean ordered another soda when the waiter came over and shook her head slightly at the way Erik had just managed to command the people around them with just his presence. She'd seen the old videos of him in the 1960s and 1970s before he'd retired to Genosha, she'd seen the way people flocked to him. She had, seeking solace and comfort and someone who understood what she was going through.
He'd tried, but she'd known that if she told him the truth he would have wanted to kill her. And she'd done enough killing, accidentally or not. She wouldn't have been able to contain the Phoenix if she and Erik had gone head to head, she'd lost control of them both when the soliders had come, after all.
"How long has it been?" she asked, eyes moving back to look at Erik and away from the bored waitress who was thinking mean thoughts about every single client she was dealing with. "Since the train?"