The answer David had been expecting; he nodded slowly, eyes still on her. "It's hard," he agreed - the man speaking, not the psychologist. "Everything a person could want here, and we're better company than most of the rest of the world."
Oh, he knew it well enough, fleeing real life to hide in the sewers and the subways, clinging to the safety of fellow mutants and the knowledge that no one else could see them, hurt them, be hurt by them. It was one of the hardest things David had ever done, teaching his Morlocks, and himself, to face the world again. And he had it easier than many, he knew, looking human.
"We don't have everything though," David commented, clearly aware of how strange he was about to sound. "Aside from asses to kick. We don't have blueberry pie, or decent ice cream."