Jean shrugged at his easy dismissal. Perhaps he was right. In her experience when she'd projected bad dreams, it had been in response to something she'd experienced personally. On the other hand, she thought he was being awfully dismissive of the possibility. After all, her brother had used his telekinesis to knock that Sabretooth into the mid-Atlantic. And she knew she was quite strong herself. How strong she wasn't sure. She had yet to find her range and her limit. But that in and of itself was some measure of how strong. Strong enough to shield the minds of those in the park even while suffering her own grief and loss.
Still, there was no point in making an issue of it. If he wished to dismiss the possibility, she would let him. And she wouldn't even whisper in his mind to show him she could. Tempting though it was.
His comment about vets made her smile, though. A nice segue to change the subject with.
"Were you in the military, then? My father was a military historian. At least, that was his specialty. Although he looked at older wars than most military historians do. Did you serve in Iraq?"