"Now he's not sure," Terry mutters as she busies herself getting the cowl around Jean's shoulders. It may be hot wherever they are, but apparently coming back from the dead takes a lot out of a person.

"Your pieces are gonna have to wait until we figure out what the bleedin' hell's going on." She pauses, unsure if asking right away is the polite thing to do or not, but the worry is starting to flood back in. If anyone can fix this, Terry's putting her money on Jean Grey. "Can ye...Jean, can ye read our minds? Or sense if anyone else is around?"