It took almost two minutes for Jean to realize what was happening. Which, given the circumstances, she felt was more than adequate. She shook her head, wobbling to her feet.
Good God, but that had hurt. And now she had all the memories of a 20 year old boy.
She rushed out the window, careful to keep her telepathy damped as much as she could. His location was familiar to her: she'd recently made a deal with the studio to provide some costumes for their next shoot.