"We go to a private school in New York," Illyana said, shaking her head a little and smiling. "It recruits internationally, so we get lots of interesting names." Although, there was no one from England at the mansion at the moment. Not since Betsy disappeared.
She snorted when Connor mentioned the 'advanced degree'. "Sorry, no, failed that class," she said, smirking. "Too easily distracted." Oh, how Rahne would have blushed if she'd heard. And Dani would have rolled her eyes, and 'Berto would have wiggled his eyebrows at her.... She turned away, looking through the shirts again. Illyana Rasputin did not get weepy about things, damn it.
At the mention of her 'old lady bag', Illyana chucked a thumb toward the front of the store. "There's some near the more Donna Reed-style dresses," she said, chuckling. "Trust me, I'd rather have a backpack, but at least it can carry a decent amount of stuff. And it's easier than Gambit's shopping cart." She looked back at Connor. "Although, you'll look about as ridiculous carrying one as I do, if not more. We're both, like, 80 years too young for these things."