She'll come back as fire, to burn all the liars, and leave a blanket of ash on the ground. (Sadie!)
It wasn't that Kate didn't appreciate it: the fact she was allowed to stay here, the fact that the school had lawyers on her side, and the whole basically getting off blame-free for leveling Times Square. But the boundaries of the property were feeling more and more like a prison, and one she was trapped inside somewhat voluntarily at that - she chose, after all, to come back here. Not under these circumstances, but it was a choice she made herself none the less. As the school assembled for the memorial service on the lawn, Kate instead got dressed for another affair entirely.
The name of the game was anonymity: her face (along with Sadie's) had been plastered on the internet and television like they were celebrities, and the whole point of this 'sneaking out' thing was to basically avoid reality. To forget, for a little while, that they were mutants who had done a considerable about of damage to the city around them. Though it was a cool day, the air was still humid; jeans, a t-shirt, and a light hoodie would have to do. Sliding on a pair of ridiculously oversized sunglasses, Kate pulled her hair into a ponytail and popped her hood up, looking vaguely like some kind of bank robber. That was ironic. She had enough money that they could disappear for a very long time, but she didn't see it quite coming to that just yet.
< You ready to go? > Reaching out with her mind, she gently probed that mental link she'd gotten so accustomed to, moving out of her bedroom and into the hall, heading toward the room where Sadie was staying. The link with Nate had disturbed her, on some level, because he was very dangerous on a lot of levels. But Sadie was a normal girl - what trouble could she really cause, with gloves on?