Quinn sat at the island in the kitchen, picking at the burnt grilled cheese that she had made for dinner. The rest of the rest of the mansion's occupants were bustling around getting ready for the dance that was only an hour away. The most that she had done was toss her clothes onto her bed and have a shower.

With a sigh she pushed her plate away and got up. She wasn't as excited about the social event as everyone else was but she was still going, mostly for Mark. She tossed her leftovers into the compost and washed the single dish clean; at this point she would do anything to procrastinate getting ready.

She rustled her wings as she slowly took the stairs one at a time, staying off to one side as the occasional person came running up or down. She got to her room and closed the door behind her, flicking on her light. Caim had apparently already changed since his stuff wasn't on his bed; he had moved into Quinn's room after the kidnapping ordeal and Mark had taken his spot in Kitchie's room. Mr. Xavier must have noticed but he didn't say anything and the four of them were perfectly content to not bring up the subject.

"Must be with the other two," Quinn mumbled as she went into the bathroom. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, tracing the white lines that snaked up around the edges of her face from beneath her shirt. Her white hair, which had grown to almost shoulder length since her arrival, was damp and not as disheveled as it usually was. She took the pair of scissors from the shelf above the toilet and pulled a piece of her hair taunt. She raised the scissors but before she could begin her haircut there was a knock on her door.

"Quinn?" Kitchie called out. "It's Jake, you in here? Mark wanted to make sure that you were getting ready but I said that I would come and-" He stopped as he spotted her in the bathroom, his ever present smile growing. "Hey."

Quinn looked over at him. "I'm getting ready," she replied. He walked up to her and took the scissors, snipping them open and closed, then stood behind her.

"What are you doing?" Quinn asked.

"Helping. You're going to hurt yourself or mess up your hair if you do it alone."

"I've cut my hair before and I haven't hurt myself."

"Ah, but see, you didn't mention that you haven't messed your hair cut up before so therefore maybe it wasn't the best idea."

"What does my hairstyle matter?" She saw him roll his eyes in the mirror.

"Just let me."

Quinn sighed but didn't protest, having to agree that her personal cuts usually didn't work out that well. But what did it matter? With the image inducer on no one saw her hair; the only people that saw it were those at the mansion and she doubted that they cared.

"What are you wearing? Are you borrowing clothes from Kitty again or did you find something that you have?"

"I borrowed something from Gwen and put it together with something of my own," Quinn replied.

"Oh that's really cool! You two have become pretty good friends haven't you? I've seen you and her talking in the hallways at school, especially recently." He was quiet for a moment, and the silence made Quinn tense up. "Is everything ok Quinn?" Kitchie asked.

"Yeah," Quinn replied, caught off guard by the question. "Everything's great."

"You sure? You've seemed really stressed out lately, but you've also been kinda… not clingy, but you've been around a lot lately. That sounds funny but it's strange with you because you used to be more distant and quiet but you've been around us a lot lately and talking more. It's not a bad thing don't get me wrong, I'm just curious."

Quinn was quiet for a minute, staring into the sink. She'd have to lie, but if it wasn't a full lie then she wouldn't feel as bad for not telling her friend the truth. "I've been really shaken up by the whole Jane Kelley kidnapping you guys thing."

Kitchie set the scissors down and turned her around, hugging her tightly. "We're here though, we're back, and we're ok. You don't have worry anymore, everything's fine and Jane won't be doing anything to anybody anytime soon; SHEILD has her under lockdown and Ms. Dugan and Mr. McCoy have worked with them to put out the word that Jane has backed out of the campaign. Everything's ok Quinn, you don't have to worry about it anymore." Quinn nodded and hugged him back, biting her lip. After a moment Kitchie took half a step back and smiled down at her. He ran a hand through her now short hair. "Let me finish this and you can get ready, then we'll head out, ok?"

Quinn swallowed and nodded. Finish this, get ready, and head out… sounded like what was happening. "Sounds like a plan." She mustered up a smile as she spoke, and if Kitchie noticed it was fake he didn't say anything.