Lucky.

That’s what the visible mutants called her. Kaitlyn was lucky, because she looked normal. Like a human girl. This was lucky for her, they said, because it meant she would be able to fit in with the rest of human society if she wanted to. But she didn’t want to fit in with them. She wanted to fit in with the other mutants. She wanted them to stop acting like she ‘didn’t get it,’ like she was less of a mutant just because she didn’t look like one.

So she was going to do something about it.

Standing in one of the Sanctuary’s many hallways, she knocked on one of the doors. The person on the other side of that door should be able to help her.

There were, when Allison actually counted, an increasingly large number of people who would have reason to be knocking on her door. Cafas, Ty, Isabel, Amber... not that she expected Cafas or Isabel to do so, but they might. And Aura might, though she probably wouldn't. Possibly some others, though it may not always be wise for all of them to be in Sanctuary.

Still, it wasn't that common for someone to come looking for her, and Allison had no idea who it could be this time. Normally she'd be annoyed by that, but Alex was with a babysitter so they weren't woken up by the knock. Allison was, but since it was the middle of the day she really couldn't complain too much about that. Allison made sure she was dressed and the clothes weren't too wrinkled, pushed her hair into something that looked sort of like it was normal, and went to open the door. "Hello?"