If Jean expected a coherent response, they're about to be disappointed. She loses what little control she had all over again, and just laughs and laughs. How poetic it really is, that the man she had nurtured such hatred towards is now only a punchline, a joke stripped of all power over them. She's out, and he's dead.

Finally, she manages to straighten up, and just takes so many breaths.

"Oh...oh, I needed that."