It was cold.

But she was used to the cold. She was lucky that the department store she just ran from didn't have any security guards that were actually in shape, though not like it would have mattered with hos fast she could run when listening to the right music. And so she ran for as long as she could until she dipped into the alley she was currently in, gasping for breath before realizing that, even if they DID look for her, how COULD they find her? She allowed herself a small grin as she pulled the coat she had stolen closer around her. Sure, her trenchcoat was plenty warm but...she wanted warmer. She liked BEING warm, and this coat was perfect. If even fit around her trenchcoat easily, leaving her looking slightly bigger then she was but without losing much mobility.

She leaned her head back against the brick wall that was behind her. She was content at the moment, just sitting there and listening to her music. She blinked a moment before taking off her huge headphones and picking the iPod out of it. After taking off her gloves she shifted through the playlists and chose 'Music' so it would randomly play everything on the tiny device. She slipped back onto the headphones and shoved them back on her head with a content 'mrrr'. She sighed as she felt the slight tingle that began at the back of her neck seemed to 'shiver' (as she liked to call it) down her spine to her lower back. Speed was her power at the moment, she could tell, just from that tingle. It was the only thing in this life that made her feel alive, that let hew know she was special. She thought to how Whistler would have responded If he knew if she was stealing clothes, and quickly shook the thought.

“Stupid.” she muttered, getting up and, again, pulling her coat back around her after putting on her gloves. She did up some of the buttons on the front and fixed her red scarf that covered her lower face, sighing as she looked out at the end of the alley. She COULD go home, yes, and maybe collapse on her bed and forget about things for awhile. Or she COULD look for work, maybe an odd job to get her some quick cash. Her funds were running low enough for her to worry, and she really didn't need that on her mind, not when she was looking for the person that ruined her lives.

At that moment she spied a couple walking past the entrance to the alley, both clad in warm looking clothes. The man pulled some keys from his pocket and pushed a button, making the black car that was parked emit two small beeps. He even opened the door for the woman before he tossed the keys in the air some, catching them with a big smile on his face as he power walked to the driver's seat. The car started and went off without a problem, but for some reason the scene left Rhythm feeling quite empty.

“Stupid.” she said again, though this time it was directed towards herself. Getting all mad over something so petty. Still, the feeling of jealousy remained. She was special, wasn't she? A mutant? Why couldn't she have nice things like that? War places and cars...someone to talk to that didn't laugh at how she spoke or judged her by the way she dressed. It was convenience!! And besides, she liked trenchcoats and her red scarf. If she ever got a place of her own that she could have an actual closet and stuff like she did back in Chicago with Whistler, she'd have tons of them. Just cause.

And besides, what else could they be laughing at, anyways? Her headphones? Not likely.

The night had always been Amber's time in a way that the day never could be. Her sensative skin, one of the marks of her mutation, prevented her from enjoying the sunlight as most other people seemed to do. The merest hint of direct sunlight on her skin for more than a few minutes would cause it to redden and burn and any longer than that would cause it to become progressively worse. Before she knew she was a mutant she would spend long hours alone in her room, up in the middle of the night reading or playing video games or any number of other activities that a lonely teenager was want to do. Now that she was a mutant some things hadn't changed and yet some had. She still preferred the nighttime but now, unlike then, she preferred to spend her nocturnal hours outside, enjoying the true night.

Presently Amber found herself in the form of a Deinonychus, a two legged deadly hunter with excellent sight and hearing that was roughly human sized. It was a swift and agile hunter and while it wasn't exactly adapted to the night, the lights of the city were plenty bright enough to navigate by. An hour ago she had left her dark purple robes in a pile at the end of a secluded alleyway, covered under some rubble and had changed in order to stretch her legs and perhaps enjoy some hunting. There was nothing quite like the freedom of running in the streets without a care in the world. It allowed her, just for a little while, to forget her human cares and concerns. Life may have been a lot better since discovering she was a mutant, but it was still far from perfect. In fact, as much as she treasured her status as a mutant, it did tend to cause a unique set of problems that she hadn't even considered when she was still human.

For an hour Amber ran through the back alleys of New York, doing her best to remain hidden from sight. She could defend herself if need be, from a human or two or maybe even three, but she still greatly feared the prospect of mobs and guns, neither of which she faired well against. Eventually, however, she returned to the place in which she had stashed her robes and settled there, mentally preparing to shift back. Agony overtook her as her feathers and scales returned to smooth human flesh, tail and snout retracted and with seeming agonizing slowness, her soft human form return. For a few moments she crouched, panting and shivering in the cold, before putting her robes back onto her body. Oh, it was good to be a mutant and to have such an amazing power, but the drawbacks of her power served to remind her that she was still, in some ways, merely human. Powerful she might be, but she was still merely mortal and if her gift made her superior to the humans around her, it did not make her a god. Always she would have to remain careful, always she would retain certain vulnerabilities.

When Amber regained her feet she almost jumped at the apparently sudden appearance of a young female red head, the pain and distraction of her shifting allowing the woman to sneak up on her. Had the woman seen her shift? Was she now going to try and attack her, now that she was back in her weak and vulnerable human body. "I'm s-sorry I d-din't mean to interrupt you." She didn't think consiously about the fact that the woman was wearing headphones and might not even be able to hear her. Her body tensed, preparing itself to either flee or defend itself.

It normally would take a lot to get Ashley's attention, especially is he was engrossed in her normal brooding behavior. It's not like she LIKED to brood, but Whistler always told her she looked like she was, and normally she didn't have enough energy to refute it. So when the car with the happy couple (Feh) drive away, she turned to go deeper into the alley, if not for warmth then to get away from that peaceful scene that now seemed embedded on the back of her eyelids.

Then she saw a dinosaur.

Well, that's what she assumed it was. Never having a formal education, Ashley was forced to libraries if she wanted to actually KNOW anything beyond fighting, which is what Whistler taught her. But she'd also seen Jurassic Park enough to know what a dinosaur looked like, or the vague definition of what a dinosaur MIGHT look like, should one exist in today’s world. Which apparently they did. They also turned into slender young women. Who also, Ashley noted with an extreme blush, were naked. Until they got their clothes from alleys and got dressed.

...wait, what?

Ashley took a step forward to get a better look...now that she was dressed, anyways!! She shook off the blush and narrowed her eyes as the woman seemed surprised by Ashley's presence.

>>"I'm s-sorry I d-din't mean to interrupt you."

Red eyebrows stitched together as she regarded the person before her. Long white hair and beetle black eyes peered at her, almost meekly. This would have made the redhead pause, but at the moment she merely shrugged it off. It wasn't like she saw weird things every day, but seeing that this woman was a mutant (obviously from how she shifted into her current form from...whatever the hell dinosaur she was before), a side of Ashley took over and she averted her eyes respectfully. Whistler had always told her that you don't go picking fights with people you don't know, since there's a fifty-fifty chance that person's gonna whoop your ass. Words Ashley took to heart.

But she couldn't resists the temptation for long. She hadn't seen many mutants around, despite the fact they were ALL over the media, and the woman before her kinda stuck out like a sore thumb. So now she looked back to those unique and (oddly enough) pretty black eyes and did her best to give her a smile...before she remembered she was wearing a scarf and the woman probably wouldn't be able to see her. Still, she looked quite frightened. And that Ashley, always having a soft spot for woman (especially crying ones) couldn't have that.

“You're...hurt?” she asked huskily, her whiskey on the rocks voice making her speak a tad deeper then she normally would. “In pain, I mean.”

Amber watched the other woman with apprehension, trying to figure out what her intentions might be. If she had seen her shift, how stupid could she have been not to notice an observer anyway, then things had the potential to go very badly indeed for her. She needed to learn to be more careful, more observant of her environment, clearly. Mutants didn't survive long in a hostile world if they weren't careful. She had just been enjoying her freedom so much that she had forgetten to be on alert for potential threats. Well, if she got out of this all in one piece then she would definately learn from the experience and not repeat the same mistake next time.

“You're...hurt In pain, I mean.”

Amber blinked her pitch black eyes at the woman. That was not the comment that she expected to hear, not at all. "Um, n-no I'm fine. I j-just, I mean, I'm fine." What was she to say, that she had just shifted from a dinosaur to a human and the shift itself was incredibly and horribly painful but as soon as it was complete there was no pain? If the woman hadn't seen her shift (which seemed unlikely at this point anyway) then she wasn't about to give away what she could do. And if the woman had? Well, at least she hadn't come after her yet, that was a good sign wasn't it?

"You aren't g-going to try and attack me are you?" She didn't look like she was about to attack, but then sometimes one could never be certain. Amber had never been trained in combat nor in recognizing who might be a threat vs who might not be. It had gotten her into trouble in the past. "B-because if so I'll have you know that I'm a d-dangerous mutant!" Even if she hadn't seen Amber shift, her eyes had the advantage of being intimidating. Obviously she was a mutant. Of course, she was fairly certain that her cursed stutter wasn't helping her intimidation factor at all.

For a second time Amber stood watching and trying to anticipate. Her skin prickled as her nerves began to trigger her mutation and she struggled to suppress it. If the woman turned out to be a real threat then she'd give in, shift and defend herself as needed. If not, hopefully she'd have the willpower to resist long enough to establish the other woman's lack of threat.

Ashley watched with wonder as the other woman seemed to stumble over her words in a manner that reminded Ashley of herself. It wasn't broken, no, but she sounded...nervous. Afraid. Was that how she sounded all the time? The thought made her mentally cringe. Bad enough she sounded stupid, she didn't want to sound SCARED on top of it. The affirmation that she got from the white haired woman that she was okay made Ashley nod. Still, she WAS very pretty and, despite being new to New York, she knew that it was dangerous to go outside alone. Ashley roughly guesstimated that it took the girl about twenty seconds to fully transform, if her shifting BACK into human form was any correlation. And mutant powers or not, it didn't take Ashley long (after looking over the woman's slender form again with a light blush) that if taken by surprise...well, it wouldn't end favorably for her.

>>"You aren't g-going to try and attack me are you? B-because if so I'll have you know that I'm a d-dangerous mutant!"

At this Ashley allowed herself a small smile, the sides of her mouth curling into just the barest hint of a grin. Dangerous indeed. Most dinosaurs were. Ashley shuffled her feet, though, because she knew that this woman's question and subsequent proclamation were born of fear. In all honesty, Ashley wasn't good in these situations...well, that she could remember. Here weren't many times in the past two years where she had to provide anyone with any sort of comfort, or reassure anyone. Ever. The gym Whistler raised her in was full of tough guys and gals, and comforting them would be a blow to their pride, something Whistler told her never to do if she could help it.

“Ummm...no.” Ashley sighed, coughing a bit. She didn't use her voice very much, and at the moment she did sound a tad huskier then she usually did. She looked away towards the entrance of the alley and then back to the woman and decided to point out something she felt was obvious: “You're no fighter.”

That would settle that for most, but for some reason Ashley didn't feel like it explained enough. Also, she didn't want to insult the girl by telling her she couldn't ward off any sort of assault because she wasn't a fighter. Ashley looked her up and down again and tilted her head slightly. “You're no...threat?” She huffed again, crossing her arms as she fought to find the words and knowing that what she just aid could be interpreted as yet another insult. “I mean...gah!!”

She turned her back in frustration, arms still crossed and a fierce blush coloring her cheeks and nose. She sighed and looked back. “No harm. Really.”

Well, that was simple enough. She really hated talking. Then, as an afterthought she added: “I'm Rhythm. Mutant too.”

At the affirmation that the woman was not about to attack Amber, her body graudually relaxed and the itching across her skin disappated. Maybe she was niave, she'd certainly been accused of worse than that over the course of her short life, but she believed the woman when she said that she wouldn't. She didn't have a look of fear about her, after all, nor a look of hatred. If anything her look was...admiring? Was that a blush on her cheeks? Realizing that the woman had quite likely seen Amber completely naked, she couldn't prevent her own cheeks from redddening in embarresment. Not that she was much to look at anyways and maybe she should work on the whole embarassment thing since her power kind of forced her to benaked sometimes, but she couldn't always control such reactions.

At the proclimation that she was not a fighter, Amber had to agree. Although she desired to learn, she truly had no actual combat experience outside of a lucky slice with a claw. But the idea that she was not a threat? Wasn't the fact that she could turn into vicious and deadly dinosaurs threat enough? Maybe not compared to some mutants, but there was definately something to be said about sharp claws and teeth and senses beyond those of the merely human.

"I c-could be a threat if I wanted to," Amber stated, just a little sullenly and with only a hint of her usual stutter. She'd never killed before but she knew very well how to defend herself and she probably could have killed had she wanted to. After all, a human neck couldn't easily stand up to a mouthful of razor sharp teeth, now could it? The problem with that was that as much as she resented humans for how they treated her and other mutants, she still had far to much respect for life in general to take that final step of ending it. She simply couldn't do such a thing, maybe not even if forced into it.

“I'm Rhythm. Mutant too.”

Now that was an interesting revelation and certainly explained why she hadn't been afraid of Amber. She took a moment to process the information before she gradually broke into a grin. "What c-can you do? Do you live at Sanctuary? Or m-maybe the Mansion?" She couldn't recall ever seeing the woman at either place but there were a lot of mutants at both and she could have easily missed someone. "I change into d-dinosaurs." Just in case she actually hadn't seen the full transformation.

Ashley watched as the woman slightly relaxed, though was a bit affronted at her earlier statement at the woman in front of her not being a fighter. In that regard she gave p; she just didn't know how to word it and at the moment she really didn’t feel like putting in the energy required for her brain to think. She was hungry enough as it was, and even she knew that when your stomach was empty your brain tended to go a tad slower then usual. It would mean having to steal from a vendor or something, maybe doing the one thing she loathed doing the most; dumpster diving. Still, the slight stutter and the mousey way she spoke amused Rhythm, who thought it a bit cute.

>>"What c-can you do? Do you live at Sanctuary? Or m-maybe the Mansion?”

The redhead raised a an equally red eyebrow at the sudden barrage of questions. She liked to keep her talking to a minimum, but sometimes it couldn't be helped. She pointed to her headphones with pointer finger and nodded. “I get stronger when I listen.” she said bluntly. She knew it wasn't the only thing that happened when she listened to her beloved music, but it was usually all people needed to hear.

She'd also never heard a place called Sanctuary or any Mansion, and she gave her negative in the form of a shake of her red mane. Best keep talking to a minimum. As nice as it was to talk to people that weren't trying to take her money for information or grope her because they gave into the notion that she was an east target, she DID like to think she had an image to uphold. Plus, she still thought she sounded dumb.

>>”I change into d-dinosaurs."

“Hm. I know.” Rhythm smirked, unable to resists answering this particular statement. “I saw.”

And then, yet again, another light blush adorned her cheeks, only slightly hidden by her scarf. She turned away again, if only to hide the blush at the thought of another human naked and coughed a bit. She looked back to the female from the corner of half lidded eyes and sniffed. She was never huge on manners herself, preferring to forgo pleasantries in favor of getting to the damn point, but she had given up her name and figured the Dino Lady should give up hers.

“Name?” she blurted, husky voice a tad sharp. She didn’t intend for it to go a tone lower, almost in a growl, but it was how she was used to speaking. Something told her that the woman before her was unusually sensitive, if only because of how she spoke and her meek demeanor. She quickly tried to rephase. “Hmmm,” she hummed, looking shyly away again. “I mean, yours. Name.”

In the time in which Amber stood talking to the woman who she had carelessly allowed to see her shift, she came to the decision that she needed to learn to defend herself. Not just after she shifted when she had deadly teeth and claws more than sufficient to hold off any assailant, but also while in her human form. Especially with her mutation slowly changing her body, making her look less human, she knew it would one day be essential for her to know how to take down a threat. Chaces were good that there might one day be a situation in which she wouldn't have time to shift before her enemy struck and if she didn't know what to do in that eventuallity she might end up dead. And even if she was starting to vageuly resemble a walking corpse, she was not exactly looking forward to the day when she might become a corpse in truth.

“I get stronger when I listen.”

Amber nodded thoughtfully and a moment later it was confirmed what she had all ready suspected, that she had been caught shifting. How very careless of her, it was fortunate that the woman who had caught her wasn't the type to try and do something about the fact that she was a mutant. It was probably fortunate that she herself was a mutant, for that matter. "What if you l-listened to other music? L-like live music instead of on your headphones?" She couldn't help but be curious about the powers of others and getting stronger while listening to music certainly had its advantages.

"The Mansion and S-sanctuary are kind of shelters for mutants. I l-live at Sanctuary. Well, the Mansion I g-guess is more of a school." Amber shrugged hers shoulders, unused to being the one to talk so much. She was usually more of a listener or at least an equal conversationalist. Now, however, she appeared to be the one doing almost all the talking. Not that she particularly minded, of course, but it was a bit of a strange feeling. "If you need a place to stay...." she let the words trail off. Some people didn't like charity and besides she had no idea if the woman had a place of her own or not. In truth she wasn't even entirely certain that it was her place to offer a place to stay at either The Mansion or Sanctuary but if the woman didn't have a place to stay, it just wouldn't be right not to try. It wasn't healthy or safe to live out on the streets.

"My name's Amber," Amber answered, managing not to stutter over it. After a moment's hesitation she extended a pale hand for shaking, though she wouldn't blame Rhythm if she decided not to accept. After all, who wanted to touch someone that looked like they might be the victim of some horrible plague?

Rhythm stood there for awhile, eyes lidded as she thought. The Dinosaur girl, Amber she know knew from her response, had just told her about a place for mutants, a sanctuary in both name and meaning. She tried to think if going to either of these places would be a blow to her pride. She liked to think she was fiercely independent and the thought of being told what to do and how to do it didn't sit well with her. After all, isn't that what most schools did? She had asked Whistler once, and he gave the basic lowdown of what happened at a school. She didn't tell him that she was envious of the kids playing in the schoolyard or anything, but she decided, after he was finished, that a place like that would probably only hinder her. After all, she was a mutant and a upcoming fighter. She didn't need to learn the stuff they taught there.

It was then hat she saw Amber's appendage sticking out towards her and looked down at her own hand for a moment before she awkwardly extended her own and shook Amber's. She did it with her usual force and roughness, squeezing tight and briefly before retracting her hand back to crossing them for a moment before thinking that maybe the posture was too...hostile? She didn't know, so she stuffed them back into her trenchcoat pockets. She was interested in body language only because it she recognized that she wasn't always going to hear much while listening to her music, and reading someone was important. It's why she learned to lip read so well.

“Your places sound...interesting.” Rhythm said suddenly, scuffing her boot on the ground and averting her eyes to the area her boots were scuffing. “Maybe not for me, so much. I, ummm...” she stopped for a moment to think then shook her head. “People bother me. They touch, wanna talk. I don't, not much.”

She swallowed, again, glad that her halting manner of speaking didn't seem to bother the girl. She did the same thing, kinda, but her speech was more born of shyness and fear, if Ashley had to guess. Still, she had to admit it was nice to talk with someone that didn't mock her speech or run away when she revealed herself to be a mutant. Or her smell. She like to be clean, but she hadn't taken a shower in a few days. She was bound to stink. She hated cold showers, and the one at her apartment was ice cold. At this Rhythm took a little step back, just enough to put some room between her and Dino Girl (Amber! Her name was Amber!) and nodded for a moment before taking off her scarf to reveal her face.

“Your skin is unique.” Ashley blurted out a few moments of awkward silence later. “Pretty, I mean. Never seen it before. Is it...cause you're half dinosaur?”

Amber wasn't put off by the rough handshake in the least. 6 month ago, before Abyss had seen fit to adopt her and before she had been living inside the walls of Sanctuary she might have, but not now. Now she was used to all manner of mutants, many of them dangerous and many of them more rough than Rhythm was. The mere act of being a mutant was dangerous business and in order to survive it was becoming more and more apparent to Amber that it was necessary to grow a few calloses. The mutants in Sanctuary were, generally speaking, among those who had experience a bad time in life. That bad time often had to do with the fact that they were mutants and the fact that they were often on the wrong side of the law. In the past such people would have intimidated her, but now she was comfortable with them, or at least more comfortable than she had been. There were still times when she was frightened or intimidated, but those times were more and more rare.

“Your places sound...interesting. Maybe not for me, so much. I, ummm...People bother me. They touch, wanna talk. I don't, not much.”

"In Sanctuary p-people mostly just leave you alone," Amber offered. She understood the need not to talk, sometimes she got into moods herself when she didn't want to talk to people. Of course that was normally when she was feeling depressed and sorry for herself and Rhythm didn't so much seem the type to succomb to such depression. "There are m-many mutants in Sanctuary that just want to keep to themselves. Th-that's kind of what its there for. For mutants, in case you have n-no place else to go." The Mansion, maybe, didn't sound like the best place for Rhythm but Sanctuary was much different, even if they both had the similarity of housing wayward mutants. Sanctaury was just that, a Sanctuary and the Mansion, was wonderful as it was as a place of learning and acceptance, could never fulfill the same role.

“Your skin is unique. Pretty, I mean. Never seen it before. Is it...cause you're half dinosaur?”

Amber felt her normally paper white skin redden for a second time in a bright blush. "N-no one has ever said that about me before." She tried to figure out if the other mutant was jesting, complimenting her for her own twisted amusement. It wouldn'tbe the first time that someone had done that to her and, cynical as she was, something told her it wouldn't be the last time. But she couldn't dedect any falsehood in Rhythm's manner of speaking or her body language. "D-do you really mean it?" Of course, in the darkness the other woman wouldn't be able to see her ever more obvious signs of illness and if she did then surely her words would be different. Even the most understanding and altruistic of individuals surely couldn't accept someone who looked like a plague victim.

>>"In Sanctuary p-people mostly just leave you alone.” A pause. “There are m-many mutants in Sanctuary that just want to keep to themselves. Th-that's kind of what its there for. For mutants, in case you have n-no place else to go."

It sounded good enough. Kinda like a shelter that battered woman go to or whatever. The idea of a warm place to lay down and food...it was tempting. It wasn't getting any warmer in New York, that was for sure, and Whistler HAD told her that socializing with people outside of sparring and hitting them was a good thing. The young redhead didn't really see the point but didn’t argue with him; he was very insistent on such things, and she never knew why. Well, she thought, it hardly mattered. She still wasn't as skilled at communicating as he (or anyone else) was and her lack of education kept her from most conversations anyways.

>>"N-no one has ever said that about me before. D-do you really mean it?"

Ashley nodded, shrugging. To be frank, Ashley didn't give out compliments. It was a observation on her part, and it was as simple as that. Her skin as pretty, unique; you didn't see it very often and she doubted it was a look that most people could pull off, or live with. But Amber seemed fairly content with it. Her eyes were different as well, and the redhead would have said something if she didn't think the girl in front of her would call her a liar or something. Her tone was already doubtful, and Ashley didn't want to instill any hostile feelings, especially if Amber began to think her a liar or some such thing.

“Would you take me?” Ashley blurted out suddenly, feeling slightly foolish as the curious gaze. “I mean...to your place. Is it warm?”

So maybe it was a spur of the moment decision. While she DID like to think of herself as independent and a loner, Ashley wasn't stupid (despite her lack of education). Warmth and food was a good thing. Cold and starvation were not. She'd have to grab all her stuff to bring over should Amber decide to lead her to this 'Sanctuary', but the trip wasn't long to her dingy apartment. Or maybe the girl would just give her directions. It might take a bit for Ashley to read it, but she's rather die then let Amber find out she could barley read. Whatever's clever.

Amber wanted to be a good person and wanted to do good things. She knew that sometimes she wasn't very good at doing so and sometimes she didn't know what would be the right thing to do in a given situation, but that was no reason not to try. She even knew that sometimes she did things that others would consider bad, like when she got an entire museum abandoned after setting off the fire alarm and sprinklers in order to have a few moments to touch a fossil to gain a new form. Yes, sometimes she could be selfish and do things the law would frown upon, but as a whole she considered herself a good person. Besides, no one had actually been hurt in the museum incident except the theif that helped her and Aura pull it off and he had deserved it anyway.

“Would you take me? I mean...to your place. Is it warm?”

"Of c-course I'll take you," Amber smiled and for once the smile actually reached her eyes, strange and unsettling though most people found them. Bringing mutants living on the streets to Sanctuary definately fell under the banner of doing good deeds. It was a simple thing to do, relatively speaking, but also something that could truly benefit people in their lives. Just because there was no personal risk in doing so didn't take anything away from the rightness of the act.

"It is warm and its not too far from here," Amber assured Rhythm. She knew that being Abyss' adopted daughter was the reason she had gotten to stay in Sanctuary but she also knew that other mutants stayed there was well, mutants without family or home. That was what Sanctuary was truly there for, not to take care of adopted children who often felt far more sorry for themselves than they really should, but to take in those mutants that needed them most, those mutants with no one and nothing to call their own. Sanctuary had become her home and if it was sometimes a rough home to live in it was home nevertheless.

"I can t-take you if you want. They'll feed you and house you for free because many mutants need the help. That's what its there f-for." Whoever had founded Sanctuary should be praised because so many of the mutants there would probably still be on the streets if not for that individuals good will and the good will of those who currently ran the place.