Alison's watch beeped, tearing her out of the light trance she always fell into when she ran in the morning. She slowed her pace down to a jog and glanced down at her wrist to look at the time, just to make sure. She had decided to cut her morning run short today, since the rest of the day would likely be tiring enough.

Noone had told her exactly what was going to happen at the Training Center, but the change of clothes indicated some sort of exercise and it was an open secret that these kinds of meetings usually turned out to be the forming of a new team. A team. The thought was strange to her, exciting but also making her nervous. She ran, yes. She was fit and -theoretically- knew self-defence and how to get herself out of trouble. But her mutant powers were completely passive. She still hadn't managed to get that shield up again. Or Forcefield. Or whatever they wanted to call it. These powers differed with everyone, and Alison wasn't sure about naming them by comparison to someone else's. 

She headed back to the girl's dorm's at a light jog, taking the steps to the doors two at a time, then skipping up another flight of stairs to the showers. She made quick work of cleaning up, toweled her hair dry as much as possible before slipping in a pair of comfortable jeans, a black top and her favourite light green shirt, which she left hanging open in hopes of cooling down a little faster, the exercise and steaming hot water bringing a light, heated flush to her skin. She quickly slipped on her boots, then blow-dryed her hair enough not to catch a cold. Really couldn't use that right now. Then again, when could anyone ever use one?

She grabbed the bag of fresh gym clothes she had put in her locker the evening before, together with anything she had needed to shower. She always tried not to wake her roommate too early, the girl got positively murderous if she didn't get her full 8 hours of sleep. Alison had learned quickly to tip-toe out of the room and only put her shoes on out in the hallway if she wanted to run a few laps in the morning. 

Slinging the bag over her shoulder, she walked over to the TC, checking her watch before she entered to make sure she was still on time. She let her prints be taken and looked up, surprised, when a hollow, robotic voice greeted her. "Welcome, Alison." And with that the door swung open and she stepped through, curiously looking around, noticing she was the seventh to arrive. [color=Teal]"Good Morning."[/color] she said into the general silence of the room with a smile, completely hiding how awkward this all felt and instead going for warm. Wondering if she was the last to arrive or there would be more, she stepped to the side to free up the doorway and smiled in greeting at the professors before taking in the other faces in the room.