"Cafeteria's this way," Janie Howlett said ignoring the fact Roschelle was having a hard time keeping up with her rigid walk.
"Janie, please! I can't keep up, can't you walk any slower?" Janie stopped and looked at Roschelle, who's normally bouncy, hair was limp and her small face showed signs of exhaustion.
"I'm sorry, I'm not used to dealing with people who don't have a healing factor or high endurance." Roschelle looked at Janie, thinking for the hundredth time how she looked nothing like her father, Mr. Logan.
"And I'm not used to now knowing where things are and having to be shown around by someone who wants nothing to do with me," Roschelle retorted glaring at Janie with her sparkling blue eyes. Out of all the dangerously insane things Roschelle had done, this was more than like the most dangerous. She'd seen Janie, formerly known as X23 in training practice and she knew how sharp her claws were, but like with most her stunts, she wasn't afraid. She never was. Janie blinked and took a step back. No one had ever had the guts to talk back like this before. Her green eyes met Roschelle's blue ones and she knew this girl wasn't going to give in, not even if she threatened her life.
"Very well then, Roschelle, We'll try it your way." Now it as Roschelle's turn to be surprised. Normally she just got in trouble for shooting off her mouth like that, she'd been on a first name basis with several of the principals at her previous schools before Ms. Thorne had bailed her out of jail and invited her to live at the Thorne Academy.
"Lunch then?" Janie nodded and allowed Roschelle to follow her to the cafeteria.