Snippet #2407077

Sara Laughlin had been up for hours. Well.. up, sure. Awake? Not so much. The sun hadn't been up when she'd slogged out of one of the guest rooms like a zombie, muttering about coffee and cursing jet lag unto five generations. Even the act of pulling on her fatigue pants, boots, and an underarmor shirt had strained the boundaries of her abilities. Standing in the kitchen, she'd stared blearily at the familiar coffee maker like it was a piece of alien technology before stabbing at enough buttons that blessed hot, black, caffeinated nectar of the gods bubbled out into her mug.

On the second cup, she'd finally regained consciousness, and by then the rest of the mansion was starting to stir. "Logan! You're out of beer." She advises the burly man as he tromps passed the doorway. Her comment earns her a growled threat that he was going to remind her of previous ass kickings, and Sara feels awake enough to flash his glower a toothy grin, "Hey, I've grown up and you're still an old man. Maybe this time I'll win."

He just snorted and continued on to harass someone coming through the front doors, and Sara snickered wistfully. She doubted she'd have any such chance, but the dance was half the fun. Everyone was still somber after the incident that claimed Jean's life. Sara was no different; Grey had been someone she deeply respected, but the more normal she could make life seem, the easier it felt to keep going.

Standing still for a minute, she revels in the familiarity. The sounds, the smells, the feel. It was all comfortably 'home' to her, and a brief flash of sadness makes her reconsider why she ever left it all in the first place. But, leaning against the counter, the ominous pressure of the knife at the small of her back reminds her. If this place was going to stay this tranquil, this safe, then the world needed people like the X-men who were willing to die to defend it... and monsters like her who would kill for the same.

"Well -that- is way too emo for this early in the gorram morning." she chuckles with a shake of her head, finishing off her coffee and curiously wandering out into the hallway to see just what the Registration Day cat would drag in through those ancient double doors....