Growing up on the road, in the back of vans and skeevy motels had a similar end result for Sadie, while she was secretly pleased that she could stay at Xavier's now that everything had gone to Hell and she was a freak once again with powers that turned people's insides to goop, she felt trapped. It was probably more to do with the suffocating media coverage than anything else, walking into the TV room to see her face accompanied by those of Adrien, Kevin and Kate every so often, or to hear reports on the radio about the plans to reconstruct Times Square was enough to make her want to ditch the whole thing. In the end of the day though she didn't have anywhere else to go, she knew that her Dad and Daisy would take her back on tour with them, but she couldn't look either of them in the eyes. Besides, hiding out in Xavier's was probably going to be easier in the long run than trying to keep her head down in every single city the band played in. Catch 22, or what?

Usually one for dressing in clothes that would be better suited for a vampire's crypt, she was actually looking pretty normal in black jeans, a pair of beaten up Vans, and a hoodie not dissimilar to Kate's, her fingers playing with the zip vacantly as she rooted around for her own sunglasses. It wasn't that she was trying to match or anything, more like a combination of ingratiated pop culture for going incognito and the psychic connection maybe. Who could say. Of course she was sporting a pair of gloves too, a soft cotton pair in black. < More than ready > Sadie returned casually as she scooped up a pair of glasses from the bottom of a rucksack and started for the door to the hallway herself. Funny how the telepathy had stopped freaking her out already, it didn't even bother her that she instinctively turned in the direction she knew Kate to be in once she was out of her room.