It had taken a fair few hours to get here, more then she would have liked, and she dreaded to think of the timing if they hadn't taken if not for FAB1. Alas, due to the lateness of the day they swung by the island, as the mainland hospital would not be taking guests at this hour.

Sadly, though Unsurprisingly, there was a dark heaviness to the island that sat over it like a crushing blanket, weighing on the inhabitants.

Mrs Tracy milled about the kitchen, seeming lost in her thoughts while pretending to be busy. Parker had gone to comfort the older woman and discover what had occurred. Penny had intended to talk to residents, to find out for herself what had happened, figuring Parker wouldn't make it past comforting the woman, but she herself didn't get particularly far in this.

Alan had been rather volatile, only saying a selective few words; just enough to be polite, before growing irritated and not so kindly informing her he didn't want to talk. Brains was locked in his lab, she had stuck her head in but the man barely spoke and seemed to forget she was there within a few moments, having thrown himself wholly into anything he could do to take his mind off the situation. Kayo had been polite, thanking penny for coming but feigned a headache and a need to go lay down in a dark room. She had been crying, Penny could see but decided not to comment, instead simply hugging her longtime friend and offering her an ear should she need it. she thanked her, stating she would be fine after a nap, but that Penny should see Gordon. he had yet to calm down after his 'disagreement' with John. The phrase and tone that had Penny mildly concerned, once she had spoken to the aquanaut she should come find her, she had something to say that might interest the aristocrat.

It didn't take a genius to work out where Gordon would be; happy, sad, angry or anything in between you would find him celebrating or commiserating in the pool, if not the ocean, and he had been that way for as long as she could remember.

She stepped down to the concrete stairs, pausing at the bottom for a moment to admire the man as he cut neat, near perfect lines through the water. On land, he was loud and garish and almost ungainly in many ways, but then you put the man in the water and he changed completely, becoming serene and elegant. He was made for the water, and if he didn't need to she doubted he would ever leave. Picking a lounger she took a seat and waited, not wanting to interrupt.

After a few more laps he paused at the end, finally noticing her and forcing a smile swam over to greet her, he didn't want to though, she could tell. asking how she was, stating that he hadn't been expecting her and wondering what she was doing here. Standard lines that sounded a little forced in some ways and air of distractions and annoyance clung to them.

'John' she reminded him with a sad smile. he looked away, there was a flash of anger that passed over his face but remained in his eyes.

'Oh. Of course' was the simple reply. She waited a moment, but when it became clear that Gordon was musing on something, so she stayed silent, removing her shoes to sit on the pool edge next to him, dipping her feet into the cooled water.

'What happened to your face?' she asked softly, leaning forward to catch his eyes.

'Huh?' he raised a hand to his face, the action trigging his memory and he sighed 'nothing'

'Nothing bruised your cheek?'

He glared at her, all that fury and anger turned on her 'exactly'