The garage was full of motorcycles with keys and helmets. He would have to make sure not to take Logan's bike. The last thing that he wanted was to piss off the Wolverine. Settling on one he was sure wasn't his or Scott's and set to work hotwiring it. It only took a few seconds and before he left, he wrote a note and set it on the chair nearby.

borrowed your bike.
promise i'll bring it back. with gas. in one piece

- alex.

With that, he was off. He needed to get out of there, just for a little while. He had forgotten how stifling it could be around all those people. People judging him, expecting him to be Scott. Scott he wasn't and he was so glad for that. He skidded to a stop in front of a nearby bar and made sure the bike was locked up before he made his way inside.

"Gimme a beer?" he asked as he sat down at the bar, shrugging out of his jacket. Fishing a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one, Alex leaned back and finally felt like he was somewhere familiar.

Jennifer Stavros liked being useful. So it stood to reason that she didn't like inactivity. She found ways to keep out of trouble, though -- well trouble on the island -- since causing too much trouble on the island wouldn't do much to endear her to the people who let her be there in the first place.

And at the moment, since she wasn't useful, she was leaving the citadel. She usually checked in once a day -- once every other day if she was busy -- and if they needed her, great. They hadn't today. That left her to her own devices.

The only real friend she had was Illyana, and while Illyana could always be counted on to entertain Jennifer or at least point her towards entertaining herself, she wasn't sure where the other girl was.

Shrugging her shoulders, she ran a hand through her hair as she made her way towards an exit.

Jennifer Stavros did not do boredom well, which was why she was pacing around the living room of her small house like a caged tiger. She needed to get out, do something, maybe cause some trouble. She hated sitting still. She didn't even need to be stirring up anything big -- especially on Genosha, since she didn't think it would be taken to very well by anybody in authority -- but there were still plenty of ways a pretty girl could get into trouble.

Sighing in disgust, she stopped pacing abruptly and flopped down on the couch, picking up the book that'd been sitting on the coffee table for something like a week, still open to the last page she'd been reading. Jennifer clearly was not a big reader most of the time.

Or, y'know, ever.