Sable paces through her apartment, midnight-purple tails lashing as she looks everything over to figure out what she's forgetting to pack. Oracle deck, laptop, backup drive, Latias plushie, all in a backpack. Purse, and... that's it. The Bowers is really going to handle everything else. 

She starts heading for the door, reaching for the lights — Oh. Can't forget that. She runs back into the kitchen, grabs the last perishable from the fridge: a bottled mocha that she pops open and starts sipping as she walks toward the teleportation circles, tails swishing with nervous excitement.