Staring at him a moment, her jaw dropping as he basically recounted her own terrifying night vision. The robots had certainly made an impression on Jean. How could they not, towering over her and her friends. Many of the faces she didn't recognize, but some of them were people she'd seen before, both here and when she'd gone with Eddie to the Brotherhood base. One of them was not so very far away.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, accepting the beer from him and settling heavily on the couch. She tucked her feet up under her so that just the whiskers of the bunnies poked out from the roll of fabric at the bottom of her sweat pants, her eyes trained not on him but on the label of the beer bottle as she began to slowly pick at it. "I thought... I thought being out here I wouldn't bother anyone if my shields went. I guess I was wrong. Seems I dragged you into my nightmare." She chewed her lip, making it red and slightly swollen. She'd had no idea she'd been projecting like that. Shit. Now she was going to be afraid to sleep. "God, I really have no manners. First I fuck up your sleep, and then I drink your beer. I'm a horrible neighbor." Ah guilt. Even undeserved. It was so much easier to blame herself than to think that there was something else out there. Ever so much easier. "And it seems I owe an apology to your furniture, too." An attempt at levity? Maybe?