He kept smirking. Why was it her luck to get the ones who reminded her of people at home? It was the sort of thing Kitty and Piotr's friend Logan did. But then, he seemed to sympathize with her when he spoke. Maybe he was one of those likable jerks, or something.
Illyana nodded. "I'm starting to see just how much they've taken away from me," she said, growling just a bit in frustration. The singes on the tree weren't bad, but at home she could command her magicks better than this. She reached down and took her sword, concentrating for a moment until it faded away. Not like it was doing her any good here. Her armor faded as well, leaving her just in her tank top and jeans again. She looked at the man carefully, as if sizing him up. "So what can you do?" she asked.