Hissing a little at the cleaning, she looks up at him, a little worried. How is he going to react knowing that there's someone that looks just like Jean wandering the island.
"Madelyne Pryor, she's from my world. She... looks a lot like Jean. A lot like Jean."
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"Madelyne Pryor, she's from my world. She... looks a lot like Jean. A lot like Jean."
Right on down to the DNA.