April looked at Eliot, then at Nate. "I know that look, it means he's doing something you don't approve of but won't tell him not to do in some sign of trust, but this isn't our dimension, this is another situation entirely."
"What happens when you suddenly turn into rubber in public? Or at home and then can't figure out how to turn yourself back? Nate, you'll have your privacy, we'll have ours, it's just closer. And you didn't answer my earlier question, how do you do evac drills with yourself?"
Nate sighed. "I promise I'll be careful," he said, before adding. "This is how you get Eliot to agree with you, isn't it? You don't stop talking until you agree?" He nodded towards the TV.
She rolled her eyes. "You're lucky you're what Eliot considers family," she answered, before turning her attention to the screen for a moment. "He's one of us," she said. "From another dimension, I mean. It's why they can't catch him and why they're so tight-lipped on details. I had almost forgotten about him." Not that she'd ever forget his victims, but she hadn't dealt with forensics in well over a year and in the aftermath of the towers coming down her attention had been on other things. She shuddered as she remembered the bodies - parts of bodies - she'd seen.
"Could you turn it off?" she asked, before pushing the computer towards Nate. "And at least take a look? It would be good for Cody if we're three in the house, and for Eve when she's born. She'd have someone to protect her in the house if Eliot and I had to be elsewhere."