Kayla could identify with a need to escape. Empathize with it, possibly even let it go. But not caring? Not caring about the fact that his being here was hanging on a thread? Her face pulled itself into the most withering glare she could manage.

"So you don't care that you could be kicked out of here?" The more she thought about it the angrier she got. "Do you have any fucking idea how fortunate you are? How many people would kill to be here, to be somewhere where you can actually be a mutant, be who you actually are freely? To actually learn about yourself and develop those powers?

You really, honestly, do not give a shit about any of that?"