Esme had been watching the school for a couple of weeks now. She had managed to hide from the townsfolk just outside of the school's grounds before she began to evaluate her choices. She was not one to throw herself into a situation without fully scoping it out first. Call her paranoid but that was why she was still unregistered and alive. She had been watching the limited number of students around and they all seemed relatively happy. Now masses more were arriving and she had a decision to make. If she was going to get in with only limited questions then it would be best to do it quietly and while they were busy. There were probably too many mutants there for her to live on the grounds without someone noticing and soon she would need to find somewhere to get more money and food. It was the turning point. Maybe walking in the front door wasn't the best idea, she would have to be registered and her parents contacted. They wanted nothing to do with her but they wouldn't want to have it known that their only respectable child was also a disgrace. She could sneak in while everyone was distracted, the locks would be no problem but going undetected would be. Maybe if she found a place far enough away from everyone and kept her mental signature unsuspicious then she would have enough time to spend their restocking and resting before heading out again. That was a plan. And if they found her she would be able to get away before the Mutant Task Force arrived to cart her back to that place she used to call home.

Esme shrugged her ratty old backpack on and slid through the bushes. Mingling with the crowds she managed to sneak through and with a quick scan of the building she found and entrance below ground level that had an obstructed view of the main doors. Pulling her glove off, she pressed her hand against the door scanning for electrical activity. There was the usual background humm but nothing major indicating there was not much use of whatever space was behind the door. With a quick pick of the lock she was inside and in a dark corridor. Thankfully it was empty behind the first door and looked like a lesser used store room, with a quick sigh of relief Esme slid her glove on and settled down on the floor of the room. It was cold but she had slept in colder, within minutes she drifted off into a light sleep.