annie! - LOG: 005 Kitty

Fox wanders out of the boiler room, covered in soot and cursing a bit. He slams and then flips off the door, because it can totally see him and is now offended. The Auzzie dusts himself off and sighs, looking out at the room. Stupid random broken machine, he'll totally fix the hell out of it tomorrow.

Rogue descends the stairs from the floors above, readjusting a glove as she jogs down. She seems to be heading towards the front doors, but upon hearing all that slamming and banging, she looks over with curiosity. Not surprise because this is still the Brotherhood, but still, curious. "Everything okay there?" she asks as she reaches the main level and jams her hands into the pockets of her sweatshirt.

The doors to the foyer burst open abruptly, slamming against the walls on either side of the frame. Judging by the prickly-looking silhouette which pauses only briefly, Marrow's home. The walking, boney nightmare stalks in with purpose in every thudded footfall of her boots on the linoleum, slowing her determined gait only slightly as her eyes adjust to the dimmer lighting within the building. To no one in particular, perhaps only peripherally aware that there are others in the foyer, Marrow bellows in a gruff, rasping voice, "Brotherhood! We have a problem!" The scowl on her face indicates the problem is large and that she is 'very not happy'. The last time she looked like this, headquarters security had been breached.

Fox looks up to Rogue and is about to say something when Marrow bursts in. The Auzzie flinches a bit, the soot sticking to him shooting off as he does so. He turns toward Marrow, looking a little nervous. "Oh?" This probably isn't about the water tank...

From within the main office, there is a noticeable wince as Emma hears the nearby slamming of doors, curses, and even Marrow's voice, which doesn't sound particularly pleasant. "Christ," she mutters lowly before leaving and making her way to the foyer, where she is greeted by the small familiar bunch. The woman's eyes roam from one person to the next before she asks in a low and hesitant voice, "What's going on?"

"The hell!" Rogue mutters in exclamation as another door is suddenly slammed. She ducks her head and then quickly whirls to see what's going on now. Her eyebrows go up at Marrow's ominous proclamation, and after shooting a brief sidelong look at Fox, she quickly moves closer to the boney one. "Marrow? What is it? What's the problem?" No, this doesn't seem good at all. She has no answer for Emma and so just shrugs at the question, jerking her chin towards Marrow without having looked away.

Well. This is awkward. Fox, Rogue, and Marrow are all unfamiliar faces. Might be she was discussed at some point prior to recruitment through Emma, but Kitty sure doesn't know one from the other. But there's an Emma, now! Anywho. The brunette is with the usual vigor, as she bounces onto the scene - what timing. Just her luck, really. No set destination or date to keep, Kitty is more than pleased to find a gathering of sorts. Of course, she's not as well-versed with Marrow's moods. Or appearance. So the bouncing slows as Kitty comes down the steps, too - pausing about two or three from the ground floor. But instead of a somber expression, she's all grins. "Hey guys! Dude. Anyone cook 'round here? I'm, like, totally starved. Belly rumbles like -whoa-! .. Oh. Did I miss something?"

Marrow's eyes finally adjust to the different level of lighting, allowing her to focus and eyeball each and every person gathered in the foyer. Her jaw sets for a moment as she considers how to proceed. The bony one is usually full of bravado, but she wasn't expecting nearly everyone to be present at once. No matter. While she glances around at the others gathered, she finally glares in Kitty's direction, not being familiar with the new girl and obviously not enjoying the bubbly demeanor at this time. It serves only as a distraction briefly. She moves right on to the point, addressing the room as she growls, "Mutants are goin' missin'. On th' streets. Wit'out a trace, wit'out warnin'. An' no one knows shit 'bout it." She lets that sink in as she pauses, beginning to pace in agitation.

Fox has a look of horror on his face as he slowly turns to look at Kitty. What is that happy little thing, and why is it being so joyous in front of an angry Marrow. He turns back to look at Marrow, awaiting the destruction of the happy child. But it seems not to come. As he listens to Marrow's explanation of her unhappy mood, he becomes mildly alarmed. He knows a few mutants who LIVE on the streets. "What do you mean 'going missing'? Like..." A thought hits him. "We aren't missing any of us, are we?" He gestures back toward the compound.

The moment Kitty's voice is heard, there's a roll of Emma's eyes. The girl must be high again, she ends up surmising before her attention is turned right back to Marrow. "Missing?" She allows Fox to ask the questions that she too is thinking similarly, and within her mind, she starts counting off her friends and those that matter to her that are mutants, trying to note if she hasn't seen them lately. "You mean picked up in a black van off of the sidewalk as they're walking and they suddenly vanish? Or more like been living on the street, is a mutant, and is now gone?"

Rogue gives the perky little thing a confused look which begins to tinge with annoyance at the yammering, but perhaps luckily for Kitty, there are more pressing matters to worry about. It takes Rogue a moment, but she manages to tear her attention away and turn back to Marrow, just in time to catch that news. "Uh, wait. What do you mean-" She cuts off, since Fox has already asked it first. "None that Ah heard of..." she replies to Fox, but her tone isn't exactly certain.

Eep. Glaring. Probably not a good sign. But does it put an end to the bouncing? Nope! 'Course not. Kitty fidgets in place, eyes also dancing from one Brotherhooder to the next. And of course, every glance in her direction is met with a flashed grin - and even a wave! Hee. Because they're all such fresh faces! Lookie. A soot-covered hooligan. And a chick with a bad dyejob - who streaks with white? And the bone nightmare. "Dude. Sweet color, Purple," Kitty beams, totally digging Marrow's style. And not quite getting the whole serious vibe. She skips down another step, ever the perky one. "That doesn't sound kosh. Oh, whaddup Miss Frost! Say, missing mutants. That's, like, X-Files stuff. Way deep." She zeros in on the doomspeaker, Marrow, again. "You must be Detective Scully!"

Pausing in her pacing, Marrow turns to look at Fox for a second, growling, "No. I don' think any of /us/ are missin'." She pauses briefly, then adds in a rasp, "We'll do a head-count later." There's a glance to Emma, then the rest of the group. "Jus'... missin'. Like mutant, homeless... suddenly gone. No one's heard from 'em. No bodies. No 'fuck ya, I'm outta this dump'. Nuthin'. Gone-gone. Disappeared. I don' know how else to explain it." There's a knowing glance given to Rogue. She sighs and rubs her face in mild annoyance as Kitty speaks up again. Hands clench as she grinds her teeth, distracted for a moment. With an angry snort and perhaps showing more composure than she usually does, she continues, "My sources said it was jus' a couple of them at firs'... bu' there are more gone now. These are people who... well, no one woul' really notice, fer th' mos' part." Except people like the Brotherhood, maybe.

Fox again looks at Kitty in horror. She'll probably go missing next. He runs a hand through his beard, turning back to Marrow. Missing people in the city. "But we're sure that they're... I mean if no one would notice that they're leaving, then maybe they just are leaving by themselves?" He shakes his head. "And how many sources do we have on the street? What kind of numbers are we looking at? A dozen, two?" He holds himself, feeling that he has perhaps asked too many questions all at once.

Emma continues to listen to Marrow. Her arms cross in a thoughtful manner, and she can't help but smirk at the sight of Marrow trying to keep her cool in front of Kitty. If only the girl didn't know her phasing gift - what an entertaining sight that would make... It looks like she's also getting distracted. A quick moment later though, the smirk fades and her attention is back on the matter at hand. "Is there any sort of pattern? Street locations, power related, even anything as seemingly insignificant as ethnicity?" Maybe there's some sort of underlying pattern going on. The nervous edge ends up slipping away a bit at the information that a lot of people she'd know would appear to not be a part of this little mystery.

"Even if they're up and leavin', that's still pretty strange. Though a lot less worryin' than disappearing..." Rogue mutters, casting another glance at Kitty, her expression one of distaste and disbelief, but she's trying hard to keep her mind on the matter at hand. "Well, we're gonna have to get Intel on this, stat." She glances around to see if anyone here fits that bill. "Maybe check the news, see if anything else has been mentioned, anyone else gone missin' lately..." Her brow furrows as she tries to put together these scant pieces of the puzzle.

Questions are lame. So is fretting. Kitty's all for this black-ops thing, though. Even she's got numbers in her cellular, underground 'contacts'. But c'mon, the drama? Not for Kitty. She bounces down the next step, entertaining the notion that this might be some serious misunderstanding. The bone-demon, overreacting. "Hey, hey. Dudes. I'm all for this, like, conspiracy theory stuff - but can we ice it 'till after introductions? 'Cause I have no fricking clue who you people are. Talk 'bout a crap welcome." Things are going too fast for Kitty, obviously. She's not actually been tokin' the reefer tonight - but wow, things need to slow down. She demonstrates with animated gestures. "Hello! I am Kitty Pryde." Grin, grin, bounce.

"They're not th' kind to jus' pack up an' leave. Destitute. Loners. Down on their luck. Numbers... I ain' got no numbers. Jus' know tha' it's enough to get those in th' know talkin' bu' not big enough to hit th' papers," Marrow explains in a rasp first to Fox. To Emma, she adds, "Ethnicity? Well, they're all mutants. Tha's all I know. It's all over th' city, too. Details are sketchy, frankly. Bu' even a few folks I used to know..." when she was on the streets, though she keeps that out of the equation, "are gone. Vanished." Looking over at Rogue, she nods a bit, "I've not seen anythin' on th' news, bu' check th' smaller papers. Look at th' backpages... migh' not be enough fer front page, you know? But yeah. We need to get our people on th' street... pronto. Migh' want to wire th' big guy, too... I've got a bad feelin' 'bout this." So far, she's ignored the others getting distracted, but the outbursts from Kitty have finally pissed her off. Turning on her heel, she glares at the girl, reaching to apparently scratch at one of the bones at her elbow... or is she reaching it for another reason. Barely contained rage flashes across her features dangerously.... a warning sign for those who know her. But she's not yet said a word to Kitty...

Fox shakes his head. "I haven't seen much mutant related anything on the news lately." He ponders for a moment. "Other than something about some giant woman...But she didn't go walkabout or nothin'." He nods toward Emma. "If we COULD find a pattern, then we could maybe set out a decoy? Our pagers have GPS in 'em, don't...they...?" He purses his lips together and points a finger at Kitty. "Shut yer trap, yer little beast! We don't have time for that shit." Harsh? Perhaps, but maybe it'll shut her up before Marrow fills her with stabbidies. He breathes deep and turns back to Marrow. "And maybe somebody in the compound knows more. There's allot of people in here, hard to believe none of 'em know any mutants on the streets."

Emma facepalms at Kitty's continual disturbance. "Phase into the floor and disappear, or something..." She notes through her teeth in an annoyed tone towards the girl - something Kitty is probably used to at this point. At Marrow's response, all that the purple haired boney-one receives is a blink which flashes as almost confused for a quick moment before it's gone and she looks thoughtful once more. "I can head to areas where the people were targeting and see if I can scan around and pick up anything, any information anyone would have from the people there." Surely there must have been someone that saw something...

"Oh my God, doesn't this have an off-switch or somethin'?" Rogue exclaims in frustration as Kitty bounces about and continues to interrupt Rogue's thought-process. Okay, focusing now, as she ignores the idea of introductions. "Right, we'll start checkin' out the papers then, and sure, you wanna go do that, Ah dunno, maybe take some back up or somethin'," is tossed offhandedly towards Emma. "See if we can get enough info to work out a decoy or a trap or somethin'. Seems like right now we're missin' too many details."

Awr, look how cute the crazy one gets when she's pissed! No, seriously. Kitty gets it, and there's no doubt or uncertainty in her mind that Marrow's irked. But she's just too irrepressible! So the grin remains, though she does cock her chin off center. Tilt? Why so serious. "Okay, okay. Look Bossy Bones, if we're going to, like, work in the same office - I need names." She shrugs a shoulder, also reaching - but to harness her curls into a loose ponytail. Of course, dear Fox earns a wide-eyed glance. The grin falters, then returns in full-force. "Um, no? Chill, Steve." You know. Like the Crocodile Hunter? Maybe that's an inappropriate moniker. But oh well! She flashes Emma that grin, too. "You guys are, like, way too anal. You're not missing details, you just don't have any. This is ridic."

Nodding slowly as the others speak to her, Marrow tries to tear her eyes away from Kitty for a moment to focus on the topic at hand. "Righ'. Okay. Intell get out there an' do yer shit. I'll keep my contacts on th' street lively. If anyone finds anythin', report back. No fuckin' heroes. Got tha'?" Like she'd follow her own advice? Maybe. Looking to Rogue, she asks, "Do th' pagers have GPS trackin'?" She's pretty sure they do, but she wants that confirmed now that it's been brought up. Marrow's ire finally breaks through as she stalks over abruptly to the girl, snarling. "Shut. Th' fuck. Up. Now. Yer talkin' to one of th' commandin' officers 'round here, so shut up an' listen up. I know yer new. I know you don' know shit here, bu' we got more pressin' matters to deal wit' righ' now. This is /dangerous/, an' I swear if you keep flappin' yer lips like tha', yer goin' to fuckin' /lose them/."

Telepathically to Kitty, Emma attempts to open a telepathic link, trying to hold back the annoyed emotion she is feeling from seeping through. "The man is Fox. The one with the white streak is Rogue. And the boney one is Marrow... /Don't/ get on her bad side, darling," comes out in a low warning. "Her temper is not one to be messed with - I don't care /how/ perky you are."

Fox nods in agreement with Rogue. "Right, I suppose it might be a little early to plan a decoy..." He dusts himself off a bit. He doesn't really have a role here as of yet...Other than fixing random crap. Fox wonders who actually is in charge of Intel, but he'll get all of those details later. Marrow seems in a worse mood than usual, and seeing her go after the annoying one like that, while satisfying, deters him from asking further questions himself. Once he gets the chance he'll go looking for a few of his mates, maybe they've seen something. As for Kitty calling him 'Steve'? He's fine with that. If she doesn't know his real name, she can't find his room as easily.

There's a nod from Emma as she hears Marrow's words on Intel. "Got it," she notes calmly before her brow arches slightly, seeing Marrow walk towards Kitty and start snarling at her. Again, Emma smirks, but is quiet, not adding anything more to the moment, at least openly. That silence on her side continues to linger for a few moments as the woman continues to stand there. Her getting out on the streets and seeing if she can pick up on anything may be one of the first things she does the next day - if she gets backup, which she isn't really looking to fond on receiving...

"Yeah, we'll get an Intel base station goin' in the catacombs. You hear anything at all, no matter how insignificant, you report it," Rogue adds, still a little distracted as she just can't stop staring at Kitty in disbelief each time the girl opens her mouth to speak. "Huh? Oh, uh, Ah dunno," she replies, frowning thoughtfully as to the pagers. She is not a techy person. "Yeah, Ah ... think so. Ah mean, it told us where folks were, and Ah think the computers keep track somehow, so that must be it, right?"

Hm. Dilemma. This is most definitely problematic. If anything pauses Kitty's bouncing, it's getting up in her face. Unfortunately, it only pauses the brown-eyed annoyance - it doesn't silence her. While that grin does wipe clean, and she does take a beat to gather her thoughts and composure, Kitty is not down for the count. Probably because, well, there's a sudden familiar voice ringing through her thoughts. Slowly, that vanished grin is replaced instead by the suggestion of a smirk. "Marrow? Kind of literal, don't you think?" And what's the best way to sidestep such a face-to-face confrontation? Ghost through it. So without ceremony, Kitty simply phases. Right through Marrow. Bouncing out of 'danger', Kitty chatters on. "I'm not so good with the whole, like, chain of command thing. But I -can- go places -you- can't, so rethink the whole yelling-in-my-face thing, Bone-inator." She wheels on Rogue, then. "And duh, they're actually, like, outfitted with GPRS - cellular transmitters. Data pushers, very James Bond." GPRS? Cellular transmitters? Data pushers? Kitty might actually know what she's saying, for once.

Marrow is positively vibrating, she's so angry at this point. She's not even paying attention to the others, apparently. She's just zeroing in on the annoying-thing, stalking toward her with a purpose and clenched fists. And then suddenly, she stops and blinks as she's literally walked through. She stands there, dumbfounded for a minute as the babbly-thing keeps going on. She then turns on her heel to face the girl, glaring at her, then looking to Rogue, then back at the girl again. "I don' /care/ if you aren' good wit' chain of command... you'll /learn/ or you'll be stuck on muck duty fer th' rest of yer natural life. You got skills, girl... don' waste 'em on garbage duty," she growls, obviously ignoring the girl's information about the pagers, not one to be one-upped too well.

Fox sighs and pulls out his pager, which he always keeps on his person. He isn't exactly the best with this kind of technology, but he was used to using such things in the military. "Well it looks...like..." Fox looks up to see Kitty walking through Marrow. Rats! That shoots down his plans to throw things at her when she wasn't looking. But...the girl does seem to know what she's talking about. "Hey...Um...Walking-through-walls girl...You know how to access that sort of stuff?" he looks around at the others. none of them seem to actually know how the pagers work. "So...For instance, would you be able to set up something in our command station so we could plot everyone on a city map?"

Emma too has never paid close attention to the pager she was given. So, she doesn't bother trying to ponder up what the little device was fully capable of. The woman doesn't reach to inspect her own like Fox does as she watches Kitty phase through Marrow and offer some tech advice. She then remembers what Kitty told her about the ATMs... "At least someone here knows something about this tech stuff." Such sudden praise for the one who was so annoying moments ago. "You think you can do it without making anything explode, Kitty?" the woman asks, reiterating Fox's own question.

Rogue gives Kitty a withering look as she's duhed. "You think 'cause you got a power ain't no one can touch you, kid? Fuck, if you think you're the only one here with a few tricks up your sleeve... You wanna prove your worth and actually pull your weight around here, /then/ maybe you can go around shootin' your mouth off, but until then, shut up." Her tone is touched with an edge of danger and she can't quite help flexing her fingers inside her gloves as she stares fixedly at the girl. But she hasn't yet actually raised her voice. "Now, can you do like he asked?" she inquires simply, but in a pointed tone meant to keep Kitty on the subject and not flying around picking fights. "What is it you got in mind?" is then asked of Fox, as Rogue turns her head, her eyes a little slower to leave Kitty and move on to the next subject.

"But Scully, I just did my nails," Kitty drawls, shooting the wheeled-about superior a glance. Obviously, not digging the whole garbage duty idea. But there's no sudden stabbiting, so that's good! Maybe Marrow and Kitty'll be BFF afterall! Now, to play audience to the others. Fox, Emma, and Rogue - with their questions and their wrath. That smirk, which was just teetering on the edge of smugness, is overtaken by a more trademark grin. Brilliant, ear-to-ear, undeterred. Must take some practice, to be under such intense heat from every direction and not crack. It's Rogue she chooses to address first, given the withering. "Rogue, right?" Yeah, another ridiculous name in Kitty's opinion - but she doesn't add that. Wise, pro'lly. "Look, all I wanted was an intro. Like whoa, there's the new girl - maybe we should, like, say hello? But whatev." Apparently, not shutting up. She sweeps a glance over the others, greeting the question of GPS tracking with a casual one-shoulder shrug. Though Emma's cast a grin. Exploding is Kitty's favorite. "Dude. If the morons at AT&T can do it, so can I. The receiver's pro'lly already set up in the 'command station'." The way she echoes that title, and accompanies said echoing with an eyeroll, Kitty obviously thinks the existence of a room called the command station is absurd. "You guys just don't know what one looks like." Obviously.

For the most part, Marrow just seethes in silence. She's made her point. Whether or not it's accepted is another thing entirely. She stands there, glaring at Kitty as the others start asking her if she can set something up for them based on the GPS tracking. "You'll learn 'bout yer place in th' food chain, girl, or I'm serious... you'll be scrubbin' toilets fer th' rest of yer stay here. I say who gets on active duty 'round here. Me. Rogue. Pietro. Tha's it. You wanna prove yerself, cut th' bullshit, put this shit together an' get others to help you." Looking to the rest of the group, she growls, "I suggest we get on this /now/. Don' have time to waste. Don' know who's gonna disappear next."

Fox nods to Emma. "Yes, explosions might come a guster." He looks over at Rogue, nodding in agreement with Marrow about getting things set up now, rather than later. "Well if we can keep everyone on one screen, then we'll know if one of us ends up where they shouldn't be. Or...I'm assuming each machine has a different serial number? So each signal should be different?" He asks these questions to Kitty, looking as though he has a rather terrible taste in his mouth. He doesn't await a reply before continuing on. "So we could even tell where each person has gone...if one of us turns up missing." He looks at the machine again. "Also...I don't know how good you are with technology, but is there a way to set an alarm in case one of our pagers stops transmitting?" He frowns at the girl when she mentions that there probably already is a command center. "Well yeah, there would have to already be one set up somewhere otherwise they wouldn't work." he ponders for a moment. "I haven't seen anything like that here...Though I also didn't know that the catacombs even existed for a while there. Marrow? You know where all this is hooked up to?"

Once again, Emma is quiet, but does smirk to Kitty's words about AT&T. She then nods, "Yeah, it looks like time isn't something we can screw around with right now, unfortunately. The sooner those pagers are modified, the sooner things can get rolling," which sounds like a solid plan to her. "How long do you think it'll take to get a group of those things changed up for what we need?" That's assuming that Kitty /does/ actually know what she's doing here. "And we may as well need a backup plan, just in case something happens and the pagers short out - or do actually explode." A perky sunshiney Kitty behind technological tinkering - the explosion idea is very possible in Emma's mind right now.

"Y'hit the button, it shows up for everyone where it is you're at. And then on the computers, it shows everyone," Rogue says wearily. "That's all Ah know. If Ah had to guess, they'd be wired up to that bank of computers and shit down in the catacombs." She brings her gaze back to Kitty, looking wholly unimpressed, unbothered. "This ain't Frosh Week. Apparently you ain't a real keen observer, but we're kinda in the middle of things here. If you can't keep up, that ain't my problem." Now her gaze moves on to Marrow, dismissing the perky girl for now, trying to put her from her mind. "Yeah, no time to waste. Keep your eyes open, ask questions, and report everything back. Those who got the know-how, make sure these pagers are gonna do as we need 'em. And everybody better be trainin' as if their lives depended on it." She frowns thoughtfully to the idea of a backup plan. "Maybe we oughta start a sign out policy. Not that Ah got any wish to know where the hell you guys go in your off-hours, but if someone don't come back within a few hours of when they said they would, might be better we start lookin' sooner than later."

And Rogue's not the only one who shows signs of exasperation. Even bouncing, Kitty can reek of boredom - which she does now, given that all this talk of technology and responsibility is wearing thin. Her eyes flick up to the ceiling, impatient for the others to cease babbling so she can babble. So when there's a pause in the banter, Kitty chirps. "I don't even need to touch the pagers. They're already, like, transmitting. Hardware's fine, just need to take a peek at the software." Pause. "Catacombs, seriously? Seriously. What is this, eighteenth-century Rome?" Ah, and there it is. Apparently, the poor Brotherhooders gathered are saved. Because Kitty is intent on making an exit. Towards a door! One she'll probably phase through, rather than slam or bust open. Kitty is very door-friendly, see. "Don't bother playing tour guide, I think I can find the creepy tunnels! TTYL, okay? Pleasure meeting you all!" And by the genuine look of that grin she flashes back at them, she means it. Despite the yelling! And then she's gone, ghosted out. Hee.

All this talk about technology is giving Marrow a headache, especially as it seems to just encourage the annoying girl. Which is also giving her a headache. Though it's in a metaphoric sense, due to her healing factor. "Command Center's downstairs on th' way to th' catacombs," she points out to Fox in a low growl, pinching the bridge of her nose between her eyes for a second. "An' yeah, I'm pretty sure all tha' shit's hooked up down there. Th' office staff can help wit' it." Shaking her head, she adds, "I'm here to stock up an' go out again. I'll check in wit' th' office once an hour till we get everythin' sorted. I have a few more contacts to check wit'." She then glares at Kitty as the girl goes off about Rome and catacombs and... oh look, she's leaving. Good. The relief is almost palpable around Marrow's personal space... not that many choose to stand in it. She shoots an almost imploring look at Rogue, as though begging not to assign the girl to 'active combat'.

Fox inspects his pager a bit more, not that there's much to inspect without taking it apart, which Fox is not too keen on doing. "Right, I knew about the button...But can we set it up to be running all the time?" He looks up at Rogue, asking her instead of Kitty. "I mean, we'd obviously still want it to panic if the button's pressed, but I'd also want an alarm if a signal's interrupted." He sighs. "And I DO agree with Miss Snow's backup plan idea..." He'll probably never get Emma's name right. "But I don't know how well a sign out service is actually going to work. I mean, we have a hell of a lotta kids around here...And this IS New York City. People get distracted, they get held up in traffic. Just getting everyone to comply would be a huge undertaking." He shakes his head. "And then what if someone doesn't come back? I can see us running on a lot of search and rescue missions because someone forgot to call in." He nods to Marrow. "i mean yeah, I think some of us are more responsible when it comes to that sort of thing, but...I'm just saying it might come with a few snags." He looks over to Kitty when she speaks up. "So we only need to see the computer to set that all up?" He nods, about to offer to take the girl down to the catacombs, where Marrow indicates everything is set up. But then Kitty runs out before he can offer his guidance. Not that he minds terribly, because it just means he doesn't have to deal with her as much, but he'd still like to be there when she sets up the parameters. "Maybe I should..." He sighs. "Maybe I should go try to find her?"

Sign out policy? That draws a sigh and eyeroll from Emma. She doesn't normally live on the grounds, so the thought of having to sign out every time she goes to her real home doesn't sound appealing. "Are we locking down then as a precautionary, or sticking to the pagers?" She asks, just so she knows if she will have to stay in that room of hers upstairs until this passes. Fox getting her name wrong causes Emma's nose to wrinkle. "It's Frost, not that hard to remember." Snow at least sounds - gentler and nicer than Frost anyway... When Kitty leaves, the woman watches her go with a satisfied smile upon her face. Maybe they can finally really concentrate on matters at hand now.

Rogue just follows Kitty's departure with one last disdainful look, shrugging her shoulder to Fox's question. "Do whatever you like. And fine, forget the signin' out, and it ain't no lockdown, but if you're leavin' and don't fancy disappearin' for good, tell someone where you're goin' and when you expect to be back. If you can't be bothered to do that, then there's no helpin' you." She tosses up her hands and then jams them into her pockets. "Ah'm gonna go fill in the Big Man. Anyone needs me, Ah'll be in my room once Ah'm done." With that, she starts without pause for the office, her shoulders tight.

Arching an eyebrow at Fox, Marrow rumbles warningly, "Watch who yer callin' kids." Yeah, her nose is out of joint today and the slightest thing is going to set her off. Finally, she seems to let that go as she runs a hand through her purple locks. To Emma's question: "Wha'ever. You guys sort tha' shit out. I have places to be. An' if you need a decoy... I'm probably yer best bet, bein' th' most obvious mutant here an' one who can take a beatin' an' keep on tickin'." And she's proven it more than once. "Jus' let me know. An' frankly... th' only one who I don' trus' as bein' responsible is th' new one tha' jus' dismissed herself. She's yer problem. Not mine..." This is said to the room. Kitty is everyone's problem but hers because she's going to be conveniently on the streets. With that, she turns on a heel and heads for the door unless anyone stops her, sign out policy or not. She gives a brief salute to Rogue and that's the end of her, apparently.

Fox looks around at all the girls. Why is he the only male? He feels overwhelmed. Right...Frost. He totally won't remember that. And the sign out policy? "I mean, I'll sign out an' all that. it's not a bad idea..." he trails off and frowns a bit. He then smirks at Marrow, not saying anything, but he's unhappy to be the one to go hunt down Kitty before she destroys something. He sighs and turns to open the door Kitty walked through. "I guess I'll go find little miss sunshine. Anyone needs me I'll be underground." He adds as an afterthought. "And don't plan on taking any hot showers tonight, I need to get a part for that water tank." With that, he leaves for the tunnels before anyone can protest the water predicament.

Emma shakes her head. "I'm not bothering with her. I was the one that had to fucking go and recruit her," she states towards no one in particular, even as they're already leaving. She too takes this as a cue to leave and start prepping. Rather than leave, Emma heads towards the stairs to make her way up to her room. Maybe she'll do the sign-out policy, maybe. For now though, its the farthest thing from her mind.