Jean was more than familiar with the belief of thinking someone was influencing your mind, and she'd been through it herself more times than she could even remember. She was also now used to mutants arriving from troubling times in other realities - or even her own - and as a result she didn't try to push Rogue, and she didn't ask about what she may have gone through. Instead, Jean focused on what the woman in front of her did and said instead. "It's fine," she said with a smile. "I've heard that a couple times, so I can understand the confusion and surprise."
She noticed the brief lightening in Rogue's gaze and the sharp longing for food that she'd given off when it was mentioned, and Jean had to keep herself from reaching out to comfort Rogue physically with a hug or a touch. Since she didn't have full control of her powers, she knew Rogue would be adverse to being touched, and instead she simply shook her head.
"It's no trouble at all. Come on," she said, and led the way back towards the kitchen. Once they reached it, Jean opened the fridge for a moment, then looked back over her shoulder. "We have some leftovers - spaghetti and lasagna - or there are different ingredients here for sandwiches. At least a dozen sandwiches, really, so it's your choice." Despite the fact that they no longer had a speedster living at the Mansion or visiting, for some mutants their metabolisms were often in overdrive thanks to their powers, so she tried to keep things stocked regularly.