Sarah wasn't sure why the group was so glum. They'd won the day after all. Admittedly it hadn't worked out exactly the way they'd intended but once the Plasma was in the holding cell that was shielded against telepathy there wasn't going to be anything that the Shadow King would be able to do except maybe stew. That was a good question. Could the Shadow King even retreat to the astral or ethereal planes in such a cell? No matter, the Professor would have this entire thing sorted out within a couple days. If anything, they were better off then they were before. Storm had been exercising her powers for years while Plasma was still a rookie. Powers were like muscles, growing stronger with use.

When the others told her to shut up after explaining this to them, Sarah actually complied. Not that she didn't think she was right. They were just defeatist idiots.

Besides, it was also Becky. Plasma or Rebecca or Little Miss Fuchsia Hair was a goody two shoes, always doing what the professor said, always trying to be helpful and was god awfully honest. Sarah could stand the stuck up little snit. Mind you, she wasn't really all that stuck up and was probably too bloody humble but Sarah liked to think of her as that snotty little brat.

Silently, all she could think was that she wanted to get into one of the several danger rooms and relax with a good D.R.A.W. session, a Danger Room Augmented World session, The others were seriously huge downers and she seriously felt like battling against goblins and necromancer or cutting down stormtroopers with both blaster and lightsaber.