Dr Douglas waited for them all to climb into her car, trying not to voice her impatience. When the rag-tag group had piled into her car, Dr Douglas checked her shades - tinted the darkest shade that was commercially available to make sure she didn't startle some pedestrian - were in place and touched the ignition with her bare hand, mustering up all the technopath energy she had left that was rapidly beginning to dwindle. She'd only done this once before (a long, long time ago) but she could remember it being fairly easy to do at the time. Of course, back then, she hadn't only just narrowly escaped a bomb nor an evil robot/mutant thing. 

She started the car and once it was running, she transferred her hands to the steering wheel, ensuring she kept contact with the system the whole time. She could feel the overall draining effect it had on her energy levels almost instantly, but thanks to the electric wire she'd powered up from early, she had enough to sustain both herself and the car...for now. She pulled out of the town square parking space and began to manoeuvre the car out onto the main road, finding herself speeding up a little more than usual. She forced herself to stick to the town speed limit but powered up on both electricity and adrenaline, and not wanting to get spotted, she was struggling to keep her foot from pressing down on the accelerator. At least it wasn't raining anymore, though the street was still slick with rainwater. 

She pulled into her driveway - thankfully the gates were open - and stopped the car, allowing the last drop of power to drain from her fingertips. She felt a wave of exhaustion hit her, nearly causing her to flop asleep on the spot, but she forced her eyes opened as she scrambled out of the car seat. She found herself leaning against the hood of her car as she tried to keep from passing out. She wasn't used to using her ability and it was taking it's toll on her. She could feel herself fading into sleep...

"Get whatever you want from the kitchen - I'll track them later," she finally manage to mumble back to the other mutants as she made herself walk up to the front door of her terrace. She was too tired to even be annoyed at letting a load of strangers into her pristine home, that she usual didn't like guests in. The house was quite large for saying it only had one occupant and the garden was neatly manicured, courtesy of the gardener she employed once a week. She didn't even bother locking her car, letting the others exit or do whatever they pleased, at their leisure. She grabbed the house key from where it was hidden - nope, not telling - and thrust it into the lock, clicking it open and staggering inside. She dropped her key in the tray by the phone - which was flashing with several voicemails - and made a beeline straight for the living room, passing straight past the polished black marble units of her kitchen, which were mainly to maintain a degree of normality since she didn't cook. She flicked the lights on in the living room and tumbled inside. Modern and minimalistic, it had been ordered by one of the best interior designers in the country, with a huge flat screen TV and sleek, leather couches, along with an assortment of sophisticated ornaments that even Dr Douglas herself wasn't quite what they represented. A glass coffee table hosted a range of framed awards and certificates, all declaring themselves in honour of [i]Angela J Douglas[/i]. 

But Dr Douglas ignored all of this in favour of a subtle, dark leather armchair towards the back of the room into which she collapsed and promptly fell asleep.