Dieter smiled sadly at the thought of Pree wanting to make a new wardrobe but not having fabric or a needle and thread. Mentally he added that to the list of things he'd get for his friends if he could. A mystery novel for Superman. Fabric and sewing kit for Pree.
"I know what you mean," he agreed. He'd evidently stepped into something about mutants, with Bobby Drake assuming that's why he tried breaking into the Danger Room when, really, it was a door someone said they'd like opened. More rules would be nice. It was difficult to know where you stood.
"None of the prisons?" he echoed Pree, looking up at him. "Have you been in many, my friend?"