Snippet #2409595

Mercifully, Sara -did- seem mostly unaware of the cause of his discomfort, even if she does suddenly grimace down at her mug.

"Either the Joe's gone off or the milk has..." And she promptly dumps out the rest of the cup into the sink.

"Yeah. Kind of a big transition from being homeschooled, but my aunt, Cyclops, and J- er, Jeremy... they told me I'd be much better of here."

Sara -did- hear the catch in his voice. But it was unavoidable. Grey had been a huge part of the Institute, and her loss was going to be felt in pretty much everything for a long, long while. Flashing an understanding smile, she shrugs and nods.

"They're probably right. This is a good place to get a grip. Especially if you've got some super-whamadyne ability that drives you freakin batty."

She probably didn't know the half of it, looking at the occasional pained grimace that strutted across Evan's face, but she doesn't pry if he doesn't bring it up, just watching him with that slightly off-putting stare.

"For a school, s'not too shabby. Been here for years and - "

That's when someone faceplants just outside the kitchen in the cafeteria proper. The noise of impact makes even Laughlin wince, and the accompanying sneers and jeers earn a hardening of her face and shoulders. Stepping through the threshold, she unleashes that silent ire on the gigglers, who presumably duck their heads and move quickly about their business. The unforeseen advantages of being an -adult- in a building full of teenagers. She wasn't a teacher, but she did not look like someone easily pushed.

Alex's complete Invisible Man wardrobe is unique, to say the least, especially in summer. An old hand, Sara can either guess he wore it out of embarrassment or necessity for whatever power he had - like Rogue and her gloves. Without knowing what might set off the clearly nervous kid, Laughlin doesn't touch him to help him up. But that doesn't mean she cant be friendly, if only to keep her from chasing down the hecklers and tormenting them.

"You alright?"