A version of a friend. That's familiar, too, in a way that Ororo just nods as if that was an everyday occurrence to her. "I have a... friend from home who has offered the same. She and I don't see each other much, actually," And they are on opposing sides, sometimes. They've been getting better at that, though. And part of Ororo will always associate some of her earliest days with the X-Men with Carol. "But she's been been helpful, offering room when I've yet to find anything to offer in return."

That did bother her. She supposes she should find... something to do around here. It's been a long time since she's had no home at all, or no close friends to rely on.

The mention of dreams has her frowning deeply, though, and sitting up straight. "Time travel is... always complicated." She sighs, shaking her head. "Actions ripple, and can have unimaginable effects. I don't know enough of this world or its history to really know if that is... wise." Unless they had no other choice, of course.

"Do you have plans, for when you go? There is someone who will open a portal to the past, yes?"