He slowly uncurled himself from his almost fetal position in the corner of the bench. He went a little paler at the thought of teleportation.

He wondered if he could find a wise rat and go live in the sewer. "Does... Does it stink like Mr. Wagners?"

Being naked in a shower near other mutants was never a comfortable experience. He usually turned into a turtle even approaching a shower room. He assumed the turtles bathed because he never really stank.