To the mutant, being left alone by her felt like an eternity. By himself he was clouded once more with the memories and thoughts of horror that had plagued the former X-Man to where he was now.

When Jemma returned, water with straw in hand, he wasted no time in sipping until the refreshing drink was emptied. He let the straw fall from his lips, eyes slowly drifting toward Jemma's own, his face unchanged. "Thank you..." He braced himself, preparing to be flooded with questions, or worst, experimented upon.