Illyana understood Connor's laugh. It encompassed a lot of how she felt, being here, apparently again, and not knowing what was going on. Angry, because she felt cheated by not knowing what had come before. And, listening to his explanation of how he'd rationalized it, it just made her more upset. Why couldn't she remember, even if as a dream? She scowled. "It is a big deal," she said. "It freaking sucks that I can't remember, when apparently we were friends before. I don't flake on my friends, and this place is making me do just that." She shook her head. Temper wouldn't help anything, and might make the Darkchylde decide to stir. Calm, 'Yana. Keep calm.
Illyana made a face at the idea of pre-packaged meals. Logan had some of those. He called them 'comfort food'. She and Kitty had long ago decided that the Canadian man had odd tastes. "I guess," she admitted. "But after yesterday, I really want a burger, you know? All those smells...." She trailed off, remembering the aromas that came from nowhere yesterday, and her stomach growled in response. She rolled her eyes. Figured.
"There's a lot more here than just that, have you seen?" she said, seizing upon a subject she was actually familiar with. "You found the shoe store and stuff, I see, and there's a decent selection of things not just in the thrift store, but in the little boutique-y place. Found my jeans there yesterday, and a hairbrush. Although Gambit might have taken anything you would want. He was being kind of grabby yesterday." She looked him over, smirking at the pajama pants Connor wore. "Maybe we can find you a pair of jeans, though, if we dig. Those won't hold up well if you have to wear them all the time."