Finding the Alcatraz bar had been easy enough; despite the somewhat mazelike quality of Rogue bases. Sarah grinned. It'd been as simple as following the noise; which, despite a faint headache, was more then welcome.
The slim girl slipped in behind Hubert, quietly thankful that she'd avoided attracting the attention of the bars occupants. Sarah glided to a nearby window; eschewing a suspiciously coloured chair in favour of settling on the window sill. The new Rogue hugged her knees to her chest, assuming an almost catlike stance.
She was content to gaze out into the field and, of course, at her new companions.
