Charles sighs as he settles into the space better and pushes out of his chair since he doesn't need it here. That's the only place where he has any freedom, and it used to be that for him, freedom. His mind could touch everywhere it wished, and that was joy for him, once, but as the years went by and the misery descended, he stopped loving anything, especially his powers. It might take some time before he adjusts again. The blood is gone off his clothes and they don't look as dirty.

"Neither was I."

The exhaustion stays on him though, he looks bedraggled, run down. It's been a difficult day, it was not long ago that he was pinned under a very heavy stadium, trying to rescue the world and suffering for it. Still, there's no need to bring that into this. He's far more interested in someone else who has access to the mind like this, to the astral plane or a psychic space. He tries to smile faintly.

"I only know one other person in my world who can meet me here, so this is something of a delight, to be honest." Emma was not a friend, so he didn't care to share that space with her, enemies that they were. His gaze turns curious. "Are you a telepath?"