Cal knew for a fact that Sandy was upset and lost without all her sketchbooks especially as they had held a history in the pages and it was hard for her to have lost all of that. He hadn't really had anything save for a couple things he'd grown attached to and his attachments were more to the other Outsiders and they were all here.
"Yeah, perfect world, right?" It really would if they could all be on the same team but this place it seemed set on keeping them apart though only during missions or training. He placed the bags he was carrying onto the bed before he turned his gaze to Frankie as rather addressing Alejandro as that or Wings she chose to use his last name. Not that Cal could blame her, he had been the one to bring her in, totally against the wishes of the other Outsiders who had made their displeasure known very clearly.
Cal raked a hand through his hair and squeezed the back of his neck before giving a small shake of his head. "Not much, no. I mean I went out to the Outsiders when you were put in lock up and both he and Cass were the only ones who didn't reply."