She'd had a general run down of the team both from the professor and from Logan, although Logan's discussions tended to be humorous more than a detailed discussion of his teammates. She probably should have told him she was going to be one of those teammates before she agreed to this, but she hadn't seen him. Some mission or something. She wasn't worried about him, but she was conscious of missing him. Great, something else to think about.
She winced at his mention of seeing himself die though. That had to be... horrible. More than horrible. Bad enough when it was in like... dreams. But to actually see a part of yourself die? Ugh.
She decided to answer his half-formed question. He'd asked it aloud, at least in part. "Yeah. Surface thoughts. Eddie calls it the public mind. It's... it's those little thoughts that sort of skitter along without ever being fully realized. Sort of. They make a background noise. Most telepaths have to really listen for them. I don't. It's a constant mumbling, unless I'm really shielding it all out, which gets exhausting. That's why I'm living out in the annex. It's quieter there. Also, it's further away so if I lose control, I'm not subjecting everyone here to my casual thoughts. Distance helps. Usually."
She sat back in her chair and smiled. "But I don't peek. Frankly, I don't want to know what most people are thinking. It's like eavesdropping, but worse. You rarely hear anything good about yourself," she said with a grin.
The discussion of actual fighting made her nod her agreement. She'd never sat passively in her life when action was called for. She didn't intend to start now. Granted, she wasn't sure that she'd be much good against mutants or even against military types, much less against those robots but... but damn if she'd take it sitting down!
"And I'd absolutely want to not flail like a duck. Do ducks flail?" she asked teasingly. "Cause, you know, I've never even seen a duck flail. But it sounds horribly painful."