[With a grumble, he finally rolls over to face Petre. He should know by now that no amount of attention will sate him, but he still thinks that maybe a token gesture will work at least once.]

What's new? Stealing doorknobs, having some chick who comes up to my nose and doesn't look any older than us tell me all about the responsibility of being a mutant and a senior student for an hour - she went for a solid hour, no shit, don't think she even took a breath - and getting roomed with a perverted psychopath. There. You're caught up.

And I'm training a telekinetic who's too young for the X-Men prelim shit. We're training together. He throws things, I blast 'em. Really thrilling stuff.