Mathew had been practicing his powers out in the garden, that much was instantly obvious. Scattered dirt, and his latest creation still walking about. Sarah had seen him in action back in the training room, but she had failed to really pay attention to him at that point. It was strange to see the formally so distant and aloof man now sweating in his fancy clothes. Instead of being a distant representations of the money she never had Mathew now felt more human to her. Just another freak in a house full of them. Heck, ISIS had even said he was a mutant like her. She rubbed her arm nervously while he glanced at his hand. Unlike Sarah however, Mathew could freely practice his powers without upsetting anyone. Sarah had already broken her promise that she wouldn't use her powers on them without their permission, with the excuse that it was practice. A little lie told to her conscience and to stop her from facing the truth. Which was she had no idea how to live amongst people without subtly playing with their desires.<br/><br/><b>"So tell me...er, Sarah right? What are we having today?"</b>Mathew appeared calm, a stark contrast to the turmoil in Sarah's mind. She mentally berated herself for her existential angst, focusing instead on calmly shrugging and appearing casual to Mathew.<i>"Rice and chicken. Probably boring for you. But it isn't like we've got a resident chef-cock and ISIS doesn't want to cook for us. I guess she has bad memories as a kitchen robot AI or something?" </i>She joked offhandedly, casually walking along Mathew while they returned to the kitchen and the dinner room. Trying to distract herself from her senselessly pessimistic thoughts.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>