THAT's what I was smelling all day. I mean, besides smelling a new person, dude, you're about as wound up as a room fulla clocks. Powers-reasons or Circumstances-reasons?

I can drive you over to the Goodwill and show you the thrift stores - there's a couple that are pretty mutant-friendly, since some of us (me) go through clothes like crazy (I put my goddamn claws through TWO goddamn pairs of jeans this week.) There's a stash of sweatpants and t-shirts if you're really at a loss for anything to wear in the meantime - but I don't think anyone with half a sense of anything wants to spend the rest of forever in grey sweatpants?