"Maybe, but they'd have to actually think about what they were going to do next," Jean said in response to Laura's thought before she even realized it was a thought and not spoken aloud. "Damn it. Look, I'm sorry. I'm exhausted mentally and my shields are gone. I'm not going to be able to stay out of your mind right now. I'm sorry it bothers you that I'm fucking your father. Or was. I haven't seen him in a couple weeks now and it's not like we ever really talked about... whatever. Why am I telling you this. I'm sorry you don't want to be around me. If you want, I'll just tell Jamie this isn't going to work and we'll come up with something else," she said, pressing her hands to the sides of her head as if it would help block out the increasingly loud thoughts of others in the building.
It was then she realized she wasn't just hearing Laura, but the general hum of a hundred thoughts rattling around in her head.
The last thoughts Laura had, though, about Logan not wanting her to strip, made Jean look up with wide eyes.
"You're a stripper?" She wanted to ask why, to ask about what it was like, and a million other questions, but she pushed the thoughts aside without giving voice to them mentally or orally. "Yeah, your dad seems like he respects women, and most of the men in places like that don't."