"I dunno, the architecture and stuff is kinda cool." Kyle actually thinks it sucks, too, but he can't help himself. There's just something about this guy that makes him want to be contrary.

"Fuck you, Pinky." Kyle lowers himself off the stage with ease due to his height.

"Might be like yours," Kyle says. "You don't know that. He said he's had it since he was little." Kyle's not entirely sure what the hell an omega level mutant is, but he can guess.

He looks around the empty theatre. Whatever else, it is beautiful. "It's not just about you, though," he muses. "I mean, one hundred percent, whatever is running this is a fuckin weirdo creep. But it's not like you're the only one who was dragged here. And like... okay, maybe you and Carter have these superpowers. But other people don't. I know a girl who is just really smart, but she can't shoot lasers out of her eyes or something. And - I swear this is true - I saw Ryan Reynolds. I think he's lost his fucking mind, but he's just an actor."

He gestures to himself. "I'm just a student. Pretty poor choice for an exotic pet."