One minute things are calm. Adelaide is towel-drying her hair, clad in a buttoned-up flannel that is more like a dress, while Charlie smacks his sippy cup against the edge of his playpen like an old-time prisoner bemoaning his captive fate. The next minute there is banging and muttering and the growl of orders at the door - her ever-charming fella returned, and it makes her start to smile.
But that dies off quickly. The sound of his voice hastens her when he says her name, a quick jab of alarm because of the tone. When she comes to the bathroom door and skirts around the playpen the towel is still in her hand, but when she takes in the scene the towel drops and so does any air of serenity. Adelaide immediately goes around the bed, but as she does she looks back at Sarge.
"Where did you find her?" she asks. There is blood, and judging by the busted nose, by the bruising forming around her neck, at least some of it is Teagan's. Leaning over, Adelaide rests one hand on the swell of Teagan's stomach hopeful for movement - being told to "Here, feel!" another woman's pregnant belly has always been Adelaide's idea of torture, but this is quite a different circumstance - and she lifts her other hand to briefly feel Teagan's pulse, which is strong despite everything else, and then to smooth wild blonde hair back from her battered face. A further stab of alarm twists while her mind catches up, and she looks back to Sarge. "Where's Sonny?" she asks, urgently. She wishes now she'd had time, made time to tell Sarge all that Teagan has told her, but between their return home and Jims' disappearance, there just hasn't been time. But it'll all come out, now.