It was taking an awful lot of self-control for Sarah not to blurt out something about the 'whole mutant thing' herself. Sarah was terrible at lying, and though her keeping quiet about knowing Toby was a mutant wasn't exactly a lie, it sure felt like it right then. At least she hadn't gone completely deer-in-the-headlights when she'd first seen him on her porch.
She led him up the stairs, and at the last second diverted course toward her room. If she managed to somehow bring up this whole mutant conversation, she wanted to have it in the privacy of her own room, even if nobody else was home. "So this is my room." It was a fairly simple room- a full sized bed with a purple floral comforter, one wall littered with posters of her favorite athletes and another coated with photos of her friends (a collage into which the picture of her and Toby had be inserted). There was a small desk and bookshelf, and in the corner was an untidy pile of soccer gear that she quickly moved to nudge into her closet. "It's not very exciting, you know, but it works."