It had been awhile since Laura had been inside.
She'd spent the last month on the roof, exploring the line of trees in the distance and staying away from the other mutants and their scared and disgusted gazes.
She usually only ventured around the mansion late at night when there was no one awake to see her. When she could have the privacy she held around her like a familiar cage.
But she was hungry, and the kitchen was her destination. All she wanted was some food to eat on the roof, and then maybe she would train alone in the basement.
Mentally she planned out her day in blocks, and because of the direction of the soft breeze behind her, she didn't smell him until she had entered the room and it was too late to avoid a conversation.
She froze at the sight of him near the counter, scratching the back of his head and nibbling on a pen intermittently while scratching down something that looked like a list on a wrinkled piece of paper.