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Tabby looked around her new surroundings and sighed. It wasn't a horrible room, not by any stretch of the imagination, however she missed her small apartment back in Pennsylvania. True, if she had refused Mystique's help (which, let's face it, would've been impossible and would only have lead in being forced to 'help'), she'd likely be in a jail cell right now, but still. It had been hers, her new start, her new home, for a number of years now. While she hadn't had a dream house on her hands, everything in that place had been hers. Or mostly; some things were still not quite paid for, along with some other massive debts, which had lead to her robbing the bank, but details, details.

Like it or not, this was her home now for the foreseeable future. She sat on the bed and glanced around. The bed itself was comfortable enough, which was a plus. The walls were pretty bare, but she could work on that, provided she was allowed to actually go out and shop and whatnot. Oh, and if they paid her or provided her with an allowance or a salary of some sort. There were still a lot of questions running through her mind that needed to be answered, it was still all a big blur to her. Tabby sighed at that, not wanting to think about all of the things that needed to be addressed at that moment, or how to find anyone to do that for her, and just laid back on her bed, looking at the ceiling.