She pursed her lips when her actions were called out and her thoughts seemingly were read, also, with annoyance at her father. But that would be sorted out shortly. The ideas and probably-truths that were being exchanged concerning her personal safety (and Brayden's) washed over her with frustration more than fear. She turned to look at Nate when the other gave him his proper answer.
"That's the only reason I'd risk so much."
Eva remained stoic as she watched him, every nerve in her face commanding her eyes not to water with the love and sadness she felt bubbling up from her belly. So, after succeeding, she looked back to the newcomer and gave a heavy sigh. "How many are lost?" She needed a ballpark. "Full dystopia, or just for us?" Mutants. That was always on the table. It was on Erik's Hanukkah cards every year.
He was wearing a wedding band. Zap's arm arose with the desire to reach out and touch the older Nathaniel (why? disbelief? consolation?), but she instead made a gesture for him to continue speaking. With more gravitas: "What's your plan?"