Sarah hadn't slept well that night.

It wasn't that the accommodations were cheap, or that the service had been poor, it was just that she was on edge waiting for the next shoe to drop further wrecking her life in some random, likely ridiculously dramatic manner. The fact that it hadn't happened yet didn't help matters much, now she was just stressed, strung out, and exhausted.

Then she let out a yelp and nearly fell out of her bed when there was a pounding knock at the door. Fucks sake girl...relax.

"Sarah? I have breakfast for you, can I come in?"

Ah, Taylor, well...all things considered...

"It's your house after all, you have the key."

Really Sarah? Did you have to be snarky? Fuck the girl literally murdered a guy to protect her for fucks sake.

"Cheeky, all right then."

That was a British'ism wasn't it? Odd, but fitting.

The door swung open and Taylor strutted into the room in a short black skirt and blouse, her long legs clad in stockings and knee high boots, a long white jacket billowing off her shoulders, all while adjusting her cats eyes glasses balancing the tray of food in her offhand.

[Not attempting to be ridiculously alluring, inadvertently triggering your turn-ons.]

Thanks...power...appreciated.

"I didn't really know what you would want; you operate so much like us that I can't tell what is your honest preference, or whether you're just going off of what is available and or trying to break tracking habits."

Then she grinned in such a sunny manner that it made Sarah blush, "So I made you an omelet! The chives are from my garden, though the basil is from my dad's greenhouse. The eggs are from Aunt Lacey's chicken coop though so I hope you don't mind brown eggs, personally I think they taste better but to each their own and all that."

[Inadvertently Adorkable]

Thanks...power...

Placing the tray of food before her on the bed Taylor froze, then met Sarah's startled gaze with an intensity that honestly froze her in place, "I forgot your orange juice, one sec."

Taylor then rushed off, and Sarah just...could not process this situation in a proper manner thus began eating her omelet until her companion returned.

It was delicious.

Taylor rushed into the room, placed the glass of orange juice on the side table, then plopped into the office chair by the desk while letting out a huff. Spinning a few times she eventually let out a sigh, met Sarah's gaze while she was munching on eggs and toast, and finally spoke up again, "I'm sorry you got dragged into all this."

[Genuinely sorrowful. Wishes you had not been dragged into family matters.]

Huh...

Swallowing her food Sarah gave Taylor a considering look for a time, then shrugged, "Cape life, what can you do?"

"4.51 percent chance I could have prevented you from being involved...fuck!"

Sarah froze while biting into her toast, and turned to Taylor who was holding her head in pain.

Torn between shock and horror that she had inadvertently caused a thinker headache she managed to choke out, "Holy shit that wasn't just a being dramatic thing last night, you're a cape aren't you!?"

Taylor nodded slowly while she rubbed her temples, muttering out, "Scary effective precog, it's how mom found you. She knows how to ask me the right questions at the right times so it doesn't hurt like this shit here. Annoyingly enough real life happens and so do random unmaliciously intended questions...ugh..."

Sarah was at a loss, she didn't know what to do, so she picked up the glass of orange juice Taylor had brought to her, and padded across the room offering it to her. Sugar usually helped her own Thinker headaches after all, maybe it would help? Taylor was groaning when she glanced up and met Sarah's frazzled gaze, then smiled as she saw the cup in her hands, a moment later shaking her head slowly.

"I brought that for you beautiful, it'll pass..."

Sarah obstinately stood there, and eventually Taylor opened her eyes, nodded to her and took the glass downing it in one shot with a muttered, "Thankyou..."

Shaking off the headache like a bad hangover Taylor stood then did her best to pretend that hadn't just happened, or the fact that Sarah hadn't let go of her hand yet.

That...was not being oblivious in action, she was honestly rather pleased and would not further address it.

"We...have to go shopping, and unfortunately that means you get to deal with my best friend, who is...ugh...bubbly at the best of times, when clothes are involved..."

Taylor paused a moment, then shot Sarah with a stare that could make children cry, "How familiar are you with seppuku?"

Sarah had quickly decided in the first half hour of her visit to the mall with Emma Barnes that Taylor's expression of hyperbole was by definition, understated to the extreme.

It wasn't without it's upside mind, Emma was incredibly bubbly, very astute when it came to fashion, and not bad to look at while she was posing. So an afternoon spent with her new employer's daughter, getting a wardrobe bought for her without any price tag, and getting to make a new friend...Sarah was ok with this, really.

It was with that thought that Taylor then kicked open the door to the changing room, spun on her heel as she slid across the store floor, sending her white long coat swaying all while swinging her arms grinning like the madwoman she was. "Somebody call the police because I look so good in this, it should be against the law!"

She paused a moment, frowned as she adjusted her glasses, then continued on, "Actually please no one call the police. I will incriminate you all."

[Keeper]

That was it, Sarah lost it and broke out laughing along with Emma.