[He's accepted help from people, but it did feel strange in a way to accept it from Logan. It didn't fit with their whole vibe? Or something? Plus he did still want to be doing things himself. To prove that he could. To give the city the finger in that small way.]

Mutants on Mars? Sounds like one of those terrible B-movies from the fifties. [He takes another sip of his milkshake before setting it down to snatch the offered joint.] Writers might be out of ideas? Might be time for a reboot. Or maybe they could revisit X-Babies again? That was always fun.

[He sniffs it once then takes a deep hit. Or tries to. His lungs aren't precisely cooperative, sending him into a full-bodied coughing fit as he holds the joint away from himself so he doesn't cough all over it. Give him a second.]