The topic shifts, divulges, said without being said.
"You don't need to worry that I'll say anything."

There's no apology to it still—one does not ask the wind to apologize for blowing, and too much of her world has wanted mutants to apologize for everything from the moment the spark of life brought them into existence—but there is quiet, honest amendment in it. "I truly am only here to see my friends."

She is better at reading people than most—both because of her powers and in ways that have nothing to do with her powers, and instead who she is and how she chooses to embrace the world and all people within it—but she hasn't attempted to dig into him. Not even passively. "And I do hope the time change hasn't affected your establishment much. It really can be a capricious type of thing."

Jean could not reliably say the timelines have finished their weaving and rewriting yet.

Instead, apropos of maybe offering the hand of a second new start. "I'm Jean."