[She could probably hide her reaction to keep me safe, if she was still in practice, if she were under the relentless pressure she was before. But she doesn't really try, and it twitches out of her, half barely audible scoffing breath, half tiny flinch. It's no less real just because she permits it. It's too close to a quote of a thousand thundered rages; it sticks in her cracks and it hurts.

And then, she has to react to the names, because she won't be able to pretend ignorance. Her eyes widen.]

Wait - Erik and Charles like, here? Those are your friends?

[Nothing hostile, just the surprise of recognition.]