Jane stood in the doorway trying to digest that little nugget of information. "Wait, Eric was involved?" That sentence just did not compute, that was not the man she knew. "No, I don't believe it, he wouldn't do that!" She entered after the woman and headed straight for the coffee maker. Picking up one of the cups beside the maker, she filled it up and looked around for some food. Deciding on a bowl of corn flakes, she settled in a seat opposite Natasha, waiting for her to continue.