The smile he gave her was sympathetic and he simply nodded. "Yeah. I know. And it doesn't make sense why they'd do it. Probably a weird question, considering but uh...how old are you?" She'd been in her late teens, he thought, and that might make the difference. What if they'd gone and gotten her from before she'd been this time? That would explain why she couldn't remember, but it wouldn't explain why they'd gone and done it in the first place. "I think the thing that freaks me out the most is that they have the ability to do it at all."
Another wry laugh escaped, this one barely a chuckle. "They do love torturing us that way. I think..." His forehead scrunched, trying to remember. "They put us through hell here once, and I mean up and tried to kill us all... Oh, yeah, be prepared for that, by the way. Anyway, they treated us to a feast after. Serious feast, food everywhere type feast. I downed two burgers without batting an eye." And Andy had saved them for him. And Kimberly and Elliot had been talking nearby. And now he didn't see any of the above anywhere around and it was freaking him out, quite honestly.
"There's a boutique?" Connor yelped a breath later. First of all, that was so not there before. Secondly, that meant there were real clothes. Things to actually wear that didn't involve his jammies which was, besides embarrassing, just plain impractical, as Ilyana pointed out. Ignoring the smirk and the slight rise of pink in his cheeks, he shrugged. "Wait...Gambit...is that the super creepy red-eyed guy who's way too happy to be here?" He and Chris and Stephen, too, had all had a good laugh about that one. "Frankly, I could take him. Or maybe I couldn't, but I'd be more than happy to find where to steal them back from." After all, Connor was a lover, not a fighter. Actually, he was just a crap fighter. Where the hell was Abby when he needed her?