Adapting fairly quickly, Sarah couldn't be bothered to be bothered about Mimi's sudden change back into a voilet-haired feline woman, and only softly sighed while she rubbed Mimi between the ears.<b>"S-Spoiled? Mimi isn't food..."</b>The catgirl mused, while a genuine smile slowly found it's way to Sarah's lips.<i>"I don't know"</i>She squatted down while rubbing one of Mimi's fuzzy ears.<i>"I think we could eat quite well of you!"</i>She laughed softly, gently poking Mimi's in between the ribs.<i>"So don't eat all the food ISIS has stocked away, or we'll have to play cat and mouse with you as the mouse!"</i>Chuckling, she continued to rub Mimi behind the ears untill the alien cat decided she would rather have a snack rather than more petting.<br/><br/>Standing back, Sarah watched Mimi pad over and rub herself against Jenny. Sarah's smile remained, even if it faded a little. It was obvious the purple cat already had some favorites amongst the empowered here. She watched the group for a while, but felt already cut off from it again. Somehow she had managed to make them feel uncomfortable, and she didn't know how to help them cook without resorting to stealing pans from the others. Dark thoughts returned to her while she watched the others, still unable to shake of her years-long social isolation even with people finally accepting her.<br/><br/>Sarah sighed and left the kitchen, returning to the living couch and dumping herself on the couch. Sarah kept her distance from Diego, who was now the only other person in the room. Still not fully over the apparition he had conjured in the training room. But at least she didn't outright ignore him, and let him have a proper chance at seeing her new daring outfit.<i>"Fuck, ISIS, I don't suppose you stock cigarettes anywhere around here?"</i>It was probably a very dumb idea to pick up that habit again, but Sarah really felt like she needed it right now.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>