The white costume was a good sign, but not quite enough to satisfy Emma. She reached for Jean with her mind, not being overly forceful, but trying to get a good sense that this was Jean and just Jean. Emma ignored the pain in her head. It was her own, in response to the distress call and the Phoenix's power. She'd relax later. What the hell was that? Emma asked with her mind, loud enough that Scott and Troy could both hear.