Melody shrugged. Logan, then. If he wasn't mad at her, then she supposed she didn't have to tiptoe around him. Though Nate had been sore about her siding with Sinister instead of coming back to the X-Men when they'd gone through so much to save her, and all of her betrayal before that. Absently, she touched the metal pieces on her face, thinking about him. Sinister. He had given her so much when all she had in her life was madness. Her inability to control her powers had driven her literally insane.
"It's cleaner." She said. "There's running water. I had plenty to amuse myself there, it's the small conveniences that I missed."
She supposed the trade off was okay. Death for ease.
"A gym, huh?" She supposed that there would be ways for most mutants to exercise their powers. Melody couldn't do much of that. She supposed there were some things. Like her absorption abilities. If there were others here who could fling psychic powers in her direction, or felt comfortable firing a gun at her, she could learn her limits more. Otherwise... well. Nobody wanted the dead wandering around. "Maybe I'll check it out."
Mel lifted a brow and turned to look at him. "Is that it? Just a gym?"