Next he moved around the desk, and close to Eva, he determined her slumber wouldn't cause her to fall from her over-sized chair. "Don't," his eyes, nearly white, flashed towards Emma and then his index finger joined in, "ever do that again." He was sure Zap had mentally agreed, but that didn't mean right now, in the office, was the best place to conduct whatever experiment the two women had cooked up. Eva was only 27 months pregnant, couldn't they at least wait for Hank? Or her father... ugh, or... husband?
Urge stood, mostly because Ronan had and it seemed the proper thing to do. Once he'd visually determined the extremely rolly-polly Eva wasn't going anywhere, he focused his attention on Emma. "What do you mean there's something trying to get in?" He asked for clarification and could tell by the vibes all three woman were putting off, that Emma was not mistaken. "Another mutant?"
"Probably a fucking parasite." Ronan knew all too well what mutants who lived on the astral plane were capable of. "Only mutant I've ever known to use the astral plane in a positive way is Professor Xavier." Mars stood next to Eva and felt thoroughly useless and his hand moved to hold Zap's, fairly sure he'd crossed some sort of line. Fuck though, he didn't care.