"Are you calling me a hurricane? Last I checked, I kept my room rather neat." Claudia knew he wasn't but, as always, deflection was necessary. Deflection was what she really wanted right then.
"Well, let's answer the questions one at a time, Jinksie." She stood and went over to retrieve her laptop, bringing it back and sitting down in a dramatic flop next to Steve on the couch. "The photo is -"
It took her a few moments as it was hidden, but with a few commands typed in a folder full of Warehouse13picturespoppedup. Part was Claudia's personal collection, a few were ones she had gleaned off the internet when it was just her and Pete there. The photo in question was part of the group and Claudia clicked on that to make it large enough for Steve to see details. "It's from episodes yet to come. Artie is sitting there with his hands on top of each other and wearing what looks like shiny new jewelry of the 'handcuff' type. Pete is arguing, Myka is looking pensive, and we're shoved in the back row like two bad little schoolkids... and we're all in formal outfits. Given the circular table and the fact the Regent's table is all circular and doom-like, I'm guessing Artie is facing down judgement for having become a customer of the enchanted kingdom of crazy whammy'd people and for having released a deadly plague on mankind. On the plus, everyone but H.G. and Joshua is confirmed alive by this... kind of. Assuming it happens after we somehow stop the plague. If before - it means there's time being wasted. Either way, not happy-causing."