X-Mansion: Wren & Charles
[Wren didn't feel the need for an escape route, not just then. She wanted privacy, safety, and closed doors had always been that for her. From the time when she was really, really small, when her bedroom had been her maman's walk-in-closet, there was little that made her feel more secure than four walls and a door with a knob that turned and went snick. She closed the door behind her, and she leaned against it, hands back against the wood, her fingertips seeking reassurances from the grain.]
Non. I don't want to sit, if that's okay?
[She was a little bit out of breath, but not much, and running after kids made walking from the last bus stop to the big house not as bad as it would've been once. Dancing, too, at Ziegfeld's, and she was stronger now than she had been in always.]
I was in another door, and my abilities went weird, and I hurt someone. I didn't know who else to tell. I don't want to go to jail forever.