"I mean, not entirely? I lived away from the Institute for awhile, too, but my parents have been X-Men for most of their adult lives, if not part of one of the X-adjacent teams." Topher tended to group them all under the general X-Men blanket, really. "The headmistress, Rachel Grey-Ramsey? She's my cousin. You'll meet her soon. She's great." Basically, in Ivy League terms, Topher was a legacy, though he didn't see it quite that way. Sure, there was a legacy that he needed to uphold, but he didn't view himself as being someone who deserved to be here just because his parents had been.

"Wow," Topher said after a moment. "That's...I mean. That's the general population of a small apartment complex." Talk about tiny. "I'm sorry, this must seem super daunting to you, Ilya. But don't worry. This place. We're kind of like one big family. With lots of soap operatic elements." Because that needed to be said.

"Siberia, I think? I'm not too familiar with her history - and I never really asked her older brother for their history pre-X-Men." That Colossus had been willing to let Topher ride around on his shoulders all day had been enough for Topher when he'd been a child. "Some collective farm or something," he shrugged. "Sorry. I am not one with geography. That's why we have Google maps." This said in more of a self-deprecating tone than anything else.