"Your friends all have these ridiculously awesome names," he commented with a grin. "Seriously. I have ones with boring names like Abby and Sarah. Where do you collect these people?" Sure, Dani was probably a nickname for like, Danielle or something, but still! And Rahne? Kitty? Definitely nothing like anyone he knew. Maybe it was an American thing.
Or a Russian thing, the little voice that occasionally invaded his head stated. But this one didn't sound like the mentoring voice of Nick Cutter or the teasing voice of Stephen Hart. No, this was definitely his own, just curious. Hmm.
He listened to her talk about the clothing as he thumbed through, picking up a pair or two that looked like they might fit or would, at least, be too large. Better than too small. That screamed 'uncomfortable and will make you look like a dork'. "You don't have an advanced degree in Sizing Men From a Distance?" he teased, glancing over at Ilyana. "Color me amazed. Who'd have thought?" Still, if the creepy Gambit was the one Connor remembered from the day he and Chris had arrived the last time, he knew exactly what she meant. Connor was all shoulders in comparison to the redhead. Grabbing another shirt, this one with longer sleeves, he started looking around for something to carry it all in. "Where'd you pick up the old lady bag?" he asked, then blushed slightly, wondering if it was actually something of her taste and not...well, in fairness, it was really ugly no matter which way he looked at it.