"I didn't say I wasn't from Krakoa, Mister X-Force," David answered, rolling his eyes. "And yes, Jean-Paul has some fashion sense with those uniforms. I always swore I'd never go back to yellow and white after high school, but he made it work."

He's going to pass up that innuendo completely. Yes, he got it. No, he doesn't think it's worth engaging with.

"You look more like the danger. And you're definitely not Ghandi, which is good."

He looks around for other likely trees, and not finding a good place for one, hold his hand out to his side, forming his own psionic energies into a folding chair. Once he had it unfolded he sat down.

"So, when are you from? Clearly post first X-Factor trip into Mojoworld."

Always an important question.