Emma hadn't spoken to Scott in days, but felt a small amount of relief to see him near. It didn't alleviate the fear or the overwhelming psychic energy that was pouring off of Jean, but he was help and that was better than nothing.
When Jean spoke, Emma knew it wasn't Jean. Anger, fresh and sudden, rose in her chest. "It would seem that way," Emma said to the Phoenix. "What are you doing to her? Why are you doing this?"