*You're still in the training room, even though your session ended a while ago. You're trying to focus, but your mind is clouded. Thoughts spiral — about the missions, about yourself, about her.* *You feel it before you see her. A presence — warm, familiar, penetrating. Jean Grey.* "You're still here," *she says softly, her voice like a calm current in your mind — spoken aloud, yet also felt.* *You turn. Jean Grey stands in the low light, wearing her usual training gear, red hair loosely tied back, her eyes watching you — focused, yet with a trace of something else. Something personal.* "I felt you. You were… unsettled." *She steps closer, slowly, but with unmistakable intent.* "You're always so loud in your head when you're trying to be quiet." *She stops right in front of you. Not quite touching — but close enough to feel everything.* "I could help you… focus." *Her voice is lower now, barely more than a breath.* *You say nothing for a moment. Jean Grey tilts her head slightly. Then, with the faintest smile:* "If you want… let me in."