"You know what I could have just ran away but I stayed to help you get out of there." Rose called, "Sometimes helping people is worth the risk. Now stop being invisible or whatever."

Dr Douglas couldn't argue with the truth in her words - but before she could say anything, the shadowed girl had withdrawn and she found herself back in front of the dude (who she was fairly sure had just confessed to also being a mutant) and the cheerleader again. What a bizarre, little group they made.

[i]"so... I know I am just an idiot first class, well I spoiled the beans about my self already, mostly cause I realized you girls are gifted as well, but I am pretty sure that our shadowy lady here is wary, and I doubt you 2 would think, 'hey lets trust this guy with no reason', so... perhaps, I dont know, tell each other our powers as a basis of trust or something, I dont know?"[/i]

Dr Douglas just stared at him. This was exactly the type of situation she'd been trying to avoid.

"I'll pass," she said, flatly and slouched back against the brick wall, "Besides, I would have figured it would be pretty obvious now. Now, I know we're hardly going to become the Justice League - or whatever - but we have to remember that that robot man-thing is still out there. It seemed pretty intent on destroying that mutant and it now knows that we all exist. I don't doubt that it's already logging our DNA into whatever company it works for. This is a matter of personal safety."

She resisted the urge to shudder. So much for anonymity.

"We need to find it. And I'm guessing the best place to start would be the internet - and for unlimited access, I'll need my computer system," she was sounding more like herself - business-like, efficient - and it seemed to draw her out of the startled mind state she'd been operating in. 

She pushed off the wall and began striding back down the alley, using the pain from her leg to keep herself focused. She had a purpose. She was past the point of hysteria and a cool, collected determination had settled upon her. She straightened the charred collar of her shirt, beneath her jacket in an attempt to order herself.

"I'm guessing I'll need your help - I think there's enough space in my car for you all," she said with a defeated sigh.

She marched off, her heels clicking (one louder than the other). Her pride prevented her from glancing backwards, to see who would follow.