"Who the hell is Cloak?" Dennis asked from his position, as usual when they were in the common room, on the sofa. Dean looked over, then shrugged. The pair of them were the only ones there at the moment, Missy was off duty for a couple of days, and Carlos and Chris were out on patrol together. Sophia was on console duty like she almost always was these days. Sooner or later he was going to have to give in to curiosity and find out why, she'd definitely annoyed Piggot to a level he'd never seen before.

"Never heard of anyone by that name," he replied.

"Me neither. But there's a thread on PHO about her, she saved some woman from a mugging earlier this evening. Apparently by beating up a pair of Merchants, or mastering them into beating each other up. Something like that. No one seems to know much and they're mostly just guessing."

"Oh. Definitely female?"

"So the report says. Young, teenaged is the best estimate, wears a big cloak that covers her entirely. Creepy voice, all hissy and croaking. That must be her theme. The thing from the shadows."

"Powers?"

Dennis shrugged, scrolling through the thread he was reading. "Not sure. She did a number on the muggers, though. When the police pulled them in, one of them had a nasty hole in his left ass cheek, several lumps on his head, a broken nose, a cracked rib, and he'd nearly bitten his tongue off. The other one had a dislocated knee, two cracked ribs, a black eye, a broken arm, and two teeth missing. The cops couldn't work out how much of the damage was from them hitting each other and how much was from Cloak doing whatever she did."

"Sounds like she'd get along fine with Sophia," Dean grinned, even as he winced a little at the damage report.

Dennis sniggered, reading some more. "Hey, one guy here says he was in that tavern down on the docks where all the fishermen and dock workers tell each other tall tales and some tiny creepy person in a cloak came in looking for directions to the DWU. And a can of coke," he said after a little longer. "He thinks that was her as well."

"I doubt there are two girls running around in that getup at the same time even in Brockton Bay," Dean noted, before the main point sunk in. "DWU?"

They stared at each other. "Another Family member?" he asked slowly, dreading the idea. It was starting to get silly.

Dennis looked at him, then back at the laptop, wearing a dubious expression. "No one reported any scaly parts."

"But she was wearing a big cloak as a disguise," Dean pointed out.

"That's… true," his colleague and friend said slowly. "Is it me or is it really getting a little odd around here?"

"Both, I think," Dean remarked, shaking his head. "OK, so we have a new Parahuman running around beating up Merchants. Maybe. One report isn't enough to establish a pattern."

"I guess not. But people are wondering even so. Some of the powers they're suggesting might have managed to do what she did are scary. And some are just ridiculous."

"So, nothing unusual, then," the other boy said wisely. Dennis nodded, amused, then went back to poking around on the forum, snickering intermittently as he typed something. Dean was fairly sure that the rumors would only get worse as a result, but simply went back to his book.

Randall sat up, looking around and blinking. "Is that all?" he asked. 'Ianthe' nodded, smiling at him.

"That's just the neural upgrades. Now for the symbiote." She held out a small sliver of what looked like bone. "Stick it on yourself somewhere and press it until it squeaks."

He took it from her, examined it, then followed the instructions, attaching it to his upper left arm. The area went numb for a few seconds. She was touching his other shoulder with two fingers, looking satisfied. "Good, integration complete. OK, that's those parts done. The other modifications would normally be done inside a bioconstruct, but since we're both using ours and we don't have a spare, I'll do it the hard way. Lie down again, please."

Randall lay down on the table, this time on his back. He had no shirt on, which meant the metal felt somewhat cold, but it was tolerable. "Grab some of the onions, will you, Metis?" Amy asked her 'cousin', who picked up a large cloth sack of the vegetables and handed it over. Flicking a claw over it opened up a slit which the healer stuck her hand through. "This will take half an hour or so, Randall, I'm just going to put you to sleep until I'm done, all right?"

"Sure," he smiled up at the large reptile, who smiled back. That was the last he knew for a while.

"That's it." Saurial nodded encouragingly as Missy concentrated on the small ball of severely mistreated space in front of her, a foot off the table. "Now, if you rotate that fourth dimensional vector by ninety degrees in that direction, it should snap into a stable form."

The teenager was sweating lightly, not because it took a lot of power, but because there were an awful lot of variables to keep track of at the same time. She'd lost count of how many times she'd tried this trick, it was at least a dozen, all the previous having ended in either a bang or a whimper.

Actually, that particular one ended up with a bang followed by a whimper, but Leet had been peering at it from too close in the first place. He was now watching from the other side of the table, a hand partly raised just in case.

She pushed a little more of whatever it was she was actually doing when she used her power into the warped space, looking at it closely, then smiled broadly when there was an almost audible 'click' in her head. Very carefully and slowly releasing her iron control of her power, she hopped up and down with a squeal of glee when the distortion stayed intact.

"IdidIt!IdidIt!IdidIt!IdidIt!IdidIt!IdidIt!" she gibbered, dancing around with her cloak flailing about her, before she returned to the table and stared at the thing from a foot away. "I did it!"

"You did indeed do it, you did," Saurial grinned. "Very well done, Vista. It looks completely stable."

The lizard-girl reached out and stuck her finger into the little knot of space folded back on itself, nodding approvingly when it didn't come out the other side. Her entire hand followed, then most of her arm. Leet's eyes were as wide as saucers at the sight. Even Missy was a little shocked at how well it worked.

"About a cubic yard of space folded into a few inches," Saurial said as she withdrew her arm. "Decent recursion level, good stability, needs a little work on higher dimensions but on the whole very impressive for your first successful attempt."

"Thank you so much for the help," Missy gushed, darting over and hugging the reptilian girl, who smiled down at her. She was over two feet taller so it was quite a long way down. "I can't believe how easy it is when you know the trick."

"Your powers give you a huge advantage, but you're right, this sort of thing is hard to come up with in the first place but elegantly straightforward when you know how," Saurial agreed as Missy released her, then went back to inspecting her accomplishment. She pushed her own hand into it, feeling around inside the space warp. It didn't feel any different to her normal senses, but her power sense told her all sorts of fascinating things about it.

"I think I learned more about multi-dimensional physics in an hour than I have in the rest of my entire life," Leet commented, sounding somewhat awe-struck. He looked at Missy, shook his head, then stared at Saurial. "How the hell did you come up with the math behind this?"

"Family tradition, obviously," Saurial smiled. He gave her a narrow-eyed look for a moment, making her snicker.

"Obviously. I'm going to have to think about this. And I want to talk to you more when I've thought it through."

"Sure, any time," the girl replied. She looked back to Missy, who was playing with her stable warp. "That should help you with your powers, though. There are some interesting possibilities for storage, of course, but the same methods should let you create larger warped areas, or just fix them for a time. I'm not sure it can be done permanently without either tying it to a physical object like I do, or having it in close proximity to you. I suspect not without a lot more work at a minimum, the equations get a little fuzzy and I'm still working them out. But even so I think it's pretty damn good."

"It's incredible," the young girl sighed, staring at the thing she'd made. "And so beautiful."

"There is a pleasing asymmetry to the underlying fractal space," Saurial nodded, also studying it. "You're probably going to need to practice a lot to make it second nature but I have no doubt you can do it, you're very quick to learn."

"Thanks so much, Saurial," Missy smiled.

"No problem, I like helping out," her teacher replied with a grin. "I bet your drawings will come out better now as well."

"Yes, I can already see where I went wrong," she agreed, picking up her notebook. She studied the last, most complete drawing, then patted her cloak looking for a pencil. Saurial held one out to her, looking amused.

"Here, try this one," she said. Taking it with a nod of thanks, Missy looked at the gold printing running down it, which read 'FamTech Pencil of Eldritch DOOM - HB1', grinned, then started drawing, whistling happily through her teeth. Every now and then she looked up at the spatial warp for inspiration, and because it was just that pretty.

Kevin watched the girl, who was no more than thirteen at most, as she happily sketched on the pad, her tongue sticking out a little as she worked. If it wasn't for the green visor obscuring her eyes, and the amusingly over-sized black cloak she was still wrapped up in, she'd have looked like any junior high student working on an art project. He looked at the weird little knot of maltreated space hanging over the table, then at Taylor, who had a small grin on her reptilian features. She met his eyes with hers, the grin widening.

Shaking his head in awed respect, the Tinker went back to studying the immaterial construction Vista had made. Poking it with the blade of the knife that Amy had produced, which was still on the table, he felt around the edges of the thing, impressed by the way the knife went in and didn't come out the other side.

"That really is amazing," he commented in a low voice.

Looking at the collection of weird little multidimensional objects Taylor had made to illustrate some of her points to both of them, he added, "So are those. Every time I look at them I get new ideas. And a bit of a headache."

"Most people seem to react like that, for some reason," Taylor replied, also quietly. "I'm really not sure why, I just find them interesting, like my cousins do. Vista has no trouble either. I think there must be something in the human brain that finds things with more than three spatial dimensions somewhat awkward, it probably takes time to adjust."

"The mere idea of a physical object having more than three spatial dimensions is absurd, but I'm looking at more than a dozen of them," he chuckled. "The ones that have something like three and a half dimensions are really weird."

"Cascaded fractional dimensions are fascinating," she giggled. "I'm sure we've only scratched the surface, so to speak. Making things that are bigger on the inside than the outside is the easiest and most obvious use, but there are some interesting other possibilities." She stuck her finger into the most complex widget, something that was similar to the gift 'Ianthe' had given to Danny at his birthday, which Kevin had seen on PHO. Most people who saw it seemed to wish they hadn't. Even the photos were weird, and the first time he'd seen one he'd had to go and lie down for a while, but it was only slightly painful to look at now.

He still found the way that her finger came out in more than one place totally insane. The casual breaking of what he'd been fairly sure were tried and tested laws of the universe was both very worrying and very interesting.

Perhaps her use of the word 'magic' wasn't entirely hyperbole…

Reaching out he picked up one of the basic four-dimensional cubes and played with it, turning it over in his hands and trying to come up with a definitive count of the faces. It was essentially impossible. He didn't yet understand all of the math behind it, but he got enough that he was genuinely in awe of the sort of mind the reptilian girl on the other side of the table must have. This was far beyond anything he could ever have come up with, he was certain of that.

Taylor also had a real gift for explaining and teaching mathematics, even the bizarre variant she'd apparently invented wholesale. Tinkers were often good at using some very strange subsets of knowledge, mathematical as well as other types, but it was seldom if ever something that anyone else could make sense of. But despite the way it seemed to basically brutalize the universe with malice, her own equations actually made sense, or at least were internally consistent and logical.

For a specific use of the word 'logic', of course, one he'd never personally come across until very recently.

Toying with the impossibility in his hand, he grinned at the thought of the expression on the faces of wise old mathematicians and physicists if Taylor ever wrote a book on 'Family Mathematical Theorems and Their Practical Applications.' The five or six of them in the entire world who could actually understand it would probably faint. That whole thing was most likely about as convincing proof of the otherworldly origin of the Family as anything else she could possibly have come up with.

The fact that Vista apparently understood enough of it, even if only instinctively using her power, was also extremely impressive. It was definitely going to have a pretty dramatic effect on her abilities, and drive her threat rating, which was already remarkably high, through the roof. Assuming she actually bothered to mention it to the PRT, of course. From various comments she'd made he wasn't entirely certain she would, at least for now. She seemed to be having too much fun learning and experimenting and there was a definitely non-zero chance that they'd immediately forbid her from talking to Taylor and her friends. The girl herself appeared worried about that possibility.

"There we go," Vista said as she made the last few lines on the paper. Her pencil seemed to be somehow pulling the drawing around as she moved it, as if the surface of the paper was actually a thick gel. She lifted the pencil and looked carefully at the drawing, then made a couple of changes. Nodding in satisfaction, she smiled brilliantly. "That's almost perfect. It looks like what I can see in my head."

Turning the pad around, she showed it to them. Kevin blinked, hard, several times, then closed his eyes for a few seconds.

It… wasn't horrible, by any means. But the drawing, which gave new meaning to the word 'abstract', seemed to have far more depth to it that it possibly could have had, and was very definitely not static. The overall effect was like the most powerful optical illusion he'd ever encountered. An unprepared person who didn't have the benefit of an hour or so with Taylor explaining everything from scratch in steps and just got dumped in unprepared would probably react… rather badly.

Even now, he found it hard to stare at for any length of time.

"Nice," Taylor said, grinning widely.

He glanced at her. She, on the other hand, seemed to genuinely think it was a neat idea.

For some reason this didn't surprise him at all.

"And look, you can do this!" Vista said happily, sticking her pencil into the pad and watching as the point came out somewhere else on the drawing. She stirred it around, the bit of wood and graphite appearing and disappearing as she did. "That's so cool."

"It's very good, Vista. A little like my blocks, here, but using a two-dimensional substrate to stack the higher dimensions onto," Taylor said, watching with great interest. "Can I have a closer look?"

"Sure." The blonde girl handed the pad over. Taylor peered at it closely, then pushed her hand into the page up to the wrist and felt around with an expression of concentration.

"Aha! I thought so," she smiled, apparently grabbing something inside the weird dimensional mess Vista had drawn, then pulling. The entire drawing inverted, black becoming white and vice versa, the paper bulging in a freaky manner, then the whole thing popped into three dimensions. Or, three and a bit dimensions. The paper was now a sort of contour map of some weird mathematical function, like a computer model of a complex equation visualizing something that shouldn't exist.

Vista stared, then clapped her hands in glee. "How did you do that?" she squealed.

"You have to connect the internal and external dimensional lattices, see? Like this." Taylor demonstrated again, while her student watched extremely closely, the drawing popping flat again. "Try it. Feel around for the spatial boundaries then grab them and pinch them together, twist, and pull."

She put the pad on the table, Vista leaning over it and sticking her hand into her drawing. The girl got a faraway look on her face the best he could see with her visor in the way, feeling for the edge of a mathematical improbability. Eventually she smiled. "I think… I think I've got it. OK, let's see..." She yanked, then yelped as the drawing twisted around her arm. Taylor snickered.

"Wrong boundary, that's the physical dimensions of the paper. Here, hold on." She somehow made the paper go flat again. "Over a bit and up."

"Oh. Um… Right, I've got it. Now, twist and pull and..." The same thing Taylor had done happened, Vista looking ecstatic. "I did it!"

"Again, very well done, small human person," Taylor chuckled, patting the girl on the head. Vista grinned at her.

"This is so cool," she whispered, making the drawing revert to its other form then back a couple of times. "I owe you so much for teaching me all this."

"It was my pleasure, Vista," the reptilian girl replied, sounding pleased. "And fun too. Remember, keep practicing, and if you get stuck, you can always come back."

"I'd like that."

Retrieving her pencil, Vista flipped the page over and started drawing again, looking about as happy as anyone could. Kevin shook his head with amusement, glancing at Taylor who seemed perfectly content to let the girl stay as long as she wanted. Moments later, the door to the workroom opened and Randall came out, looking pensive. Walking over to his friend, he clapped him on the shoulder. "Weird experience, man. But interesting. Your turn."

With a slight swallow, Kevin nodded, got up, and headed for the separate section, seeing 'Ianthe' making a 'come here' gesture with one finger. She was wearing the reptilian equivalent of a creepy grin. 'I must be nuts agreeing to this,' he thought, but kept walking.

Just as he went inside, he heard Randall say, in tones of total outrage, "What in the name of Escher are those!"

He was still grinning as he pulled his balaclava and shirt off at Lisa's request, lying face down on the table.

"You have warm hands," he said to Amy, who laughed, then started doing something that was probably against the laws of the universe.

There seemed to be a lot of that around here, he mused.

Danny looked away from his computer to see Mark at the doorway. "Is our sneaky little visitor still in with the girls?" he asked.

"Yes," the security chief grinned, coming in and sitting down. "I wonder what she's doing there?"

"Probably something very wrong," Danny replied with a chuckle. "Or she'd have walked in the main entrance and asked which way to BBFO."

"The girl is damn good, actually, we lost sight of her several times. She missed a couple of the guys in the outer perimeter, though, they spotted her again. Those night vision scopes we got after Hookwolf's visit are very handy. I've also stolen a few thermal cameras from the electrical guys, they work quite well considering they're not mil-spec stuff. Enough to pick up a person's presence even if you can't see who it is."

"Get some quotes on better ones," Danny said after a moment's thought. "If things keep going like they are, we may well have other visitors who are less friendly than Vista sneaking around. Best to be prepared."

"OK. I know a few people from the old days who can probably hook us up with some of the good gear. I'll make inquiries." After a moment, he added, "I wonder if Director Piggot knows one of her most popular Wards is running around in a big cloak beating up muggers?" Mark was definitely very amused by this.

"I doubt it very much. She'd pop a vein on the spot," Danny replied. "I was impressed it hit PHO so quickly. I wonder how much of the damage to those idiots was her and how much was them? And how the hell she managed to make them beat each other up in the first place?"

"Dunno. Her abilities are very impressive, though. If she's talking to Saurial, I wouldn't be surprised to find out she ends up a lethal little kid. That big lizard is scary-dangerous with fighting and thinking outside the box." Mark looked meaningfully at the weird little paperweight on Danny's desk. "And I think has a number of things in common with Vista."

Picking it up, Danny rolled the hypercube between his fingers, looking at it, then put it down again. He was getting to grips with the weird visual distortions it produced, slowly but surely. "Most likely true. Oh, well, we'll just have to see what happens. I trust them not to go too far."

"Just right up to the line separating not far enough from too far, right, Boss?" Mark snickered.

Danny sighed a little. "Quite. Go away. Stop calling me boss."

"You got it, Boss," Mark said, standing up again. "I take it that if anyone asks we've never seen Vista, and never heard of Cloak?"

"Who?"

"Right." The blond man smiled, then left.

Going back to the computer, Danny read the latest updates to the Cloak thread, laughing at some of the comments Clockblocker was posting. The lad had a sense of humor, definitely. The thought that he was speculating on the powers of one of his own team-mates without realizing it was very funny.

Smiling to himself, he minimized the web browser and got back to finishing off the work he had left for today.

Taylor finished writing a very long equation on one of the several free-standing glass boards she'd created for the purpose, running down one side of the room. Tapping the wax stick on her chin thoughtfully, she examined her work, made a small correction, then looked at Randall. "There you have it. That's the main theory behind the fractional dimension recursive space fold, as far as we've worked it out so far."

The man was staring at the equations with wide eyes, letting his power to rapidly learn anything he put his hand to go to work. She was curious to see how well it dealt with higher mathematics, especially after the upgrade, and apparently so was he. Taylor was well aware that her own brand of Varga-inspired and aided math was extremely off the wall, but it worked, so it was right. Very few people could have made anything of it, she was sure.

"That is… insane," he finally said faintly, looking at the last equation, then walking back down the half-dozen boards to the first one and starting again. "But it's internally consistent, and I can't deny the results." The man glanced over at the collection of little multi-dimensional blocks on the table, the spatial distortion still happily twisting the fabric of the universe into a knot that was hanging above it, and Vista, who was engrossed in yet another drawing, ignoring them completely. This one was even starting to overlap the dimensions of the paper itself in a very interesting way.

He blinked a few times, shook his head hard, then went back to the math. Moving slowly along the boards, he carefully studied each equation and all the proofs of it. Seeing it was going to take him a while, she went over to the computers and started browsing the latest PHO threads to catch up on local Parahuman events, having started the coffee machine making some tea.

Finding one specific thread, she began reading it, both her and the Varga chuckling at the content. This had some definite possibilities...

Amy stepped back, watching as Kevin moved, then sat up. "How do you feel?" she asked.

"Fine." He stretched, then flexed his arms. "Better than fine. Incredibly good, actually."

"Great." She smiled widely. "Everything checks out. Let's test things." Nodding to Lisa, who turned out the lights, she said into the absolute darkness now in the room, "Can you see anything?"

"Not a thing."

"OK." She lit one very small patch of bioluminescence on her side, away from him, the light being about as much as one firefly would make. To her own Ianthe eyes, the room was now visible, fairly dimly but more than enough to read by. An unenhanced normal human would, after an hour or so of acclimatization, be able to just about make out shapes. "Now?"

"I can see everything," he said, looking around, his pupils totally dilated. She handed him a sheet of paper that earlier she'd printed a standard eye test chart onto.

"How far can you read down this?" she asked.

Studying it, he read the bottom line out loud, making her nod, satisfied. "Very good, eyesight seems up to spec." Turning the lights back on, Lisa handed him another piece of paper, with lines of incredibly fine print on it, far smaller than would normally require magnification to make out.

"Try this," the girl said.

"If you can read this you have The Amy's standard human upgrade package," he quoted with a chuckle. "Neat."

Amy grinned, inspecting him. After a few more tests she was satisfied everything was working perfectly. "OK, then. That's the improved sensory package, the structural boosts, the strength package, and the neural amplifiers. Unless you want anything else, I think we're done."

"I can do without a tail for now," he laughed. "Thanks anyway. Although at some point I would be interested in trying one of those bioconstructs, I have to admit."

Amy looked down at herself, then back to him, replying, "They are pretty good if I say so myself."

"Do they come in something other than female, though?" Kevin seemed amused. "I'm not sure I could handle being a girl lizard."

Both she and Lisa laughed. "To be honest that part of is isn't really something I've ever put much thought into with these," she said. "Because of the EDM foam skeleton, they can't breed anyway without Taylor's help. They're technically neuter, I suppose, the voice is really the main thing that makes people think 'female'. I can do a different voice easily enough. But let's see what the outcome of our experiment is first. I want to keep the variables down to a minimum."

"I'm extremely curious about what you hope to find," he said as he got off the table, then put his shirt back on. Lisa moved into the next room to allow him space, as in the confines of the workroom two large reptiles, him, and a table tended to fill it almost entirely.

"It's something very interesting," Lisa replied. "We're still not certain we're actually seeing what we think we're seeing, though, hence the experiment. Ideally we'd do it entirely double-blinded, Amy worked out how earlier, but we'd need at least two Parahumans we'd never met before as subjects and two more as controls. I'm not sure how we can arrange that right now. Perhaps later. For now, this should give us some very useful data."

"And you really do think it will shed light on the origin of powers?" he asked, still amazed by that idea.

Amy glanced at Lisa, both of them looking a little troubled. The healer nodded slowly. "I'm pretty sure it will help with that, yes. But… if it does, the implications of the whole thing are weird. Not to mention the Endbringer connection, which complicates it a hell of a lot. We may have no choice but to talk to someone in a better position to work things out at that point."

"Who? The PRT would be the obvious ones, but I wouldn't trust them that far myself. Although maybe Legend would listen and think before he did anything stupid. The man has the reputation he has for good reasons."

Lisa said, "Possibly. We're going to have to think about that part. But we need the data first, obviously. Once we see what happens, we can work out what to do next."

"Fair enough. I'm going to keep a very close watch on my power over the next few days and see if anything changes." Kevin looked around, then shrugged. "So far, nothing jumps out at me about it. The sensory boost is amazing, though."

"I'll have to show you and Randall how to use the reflex and strength boosts when Vista has gone," Amy put in. "I've left them disabled for the moment. Taylor can make some test weights and we can see how much stronger you are. I'm hoping for somewhat more than either Lisa and I can do in our normal bodies. I'd guess… perhaps a ton and a half dead lift? Something around that. Nothing like what Taylor can do even in her base form, but not far off what Vicky could manage."

"And with the symbiote, we could heal from most things that the increased toughness wouldn't handle?" he asked, still astounded by the concept.

"Pretty much. Don't get cocky about it, it's not invulnerability. If someone shoots you it's going to hurt. But unless they use a rocket launcher, you'll probably make it. The bone enhancements are enough to bounce anything less than a point-blank high caliber bullet from your skull and the increased shock absorption capability would prevent much of a concussion. The symbiote would heal that up in minutes worst case. But a large enough impact in the right place could still kill you."

She shrugged a little. "I'm still working on that but within the confines of a normal appearing human body there are limits right now. Eventually I could probably replace your entire skeleton with something better, and do the same with the muscles, ligaments, nerves, you name it. I'm working my way up to that." Tapping her chest, she went on, "These are proof of concept of a lot of those things, of course. Way stronger and tougher than most Brutes. But I made them totally from scratch and threw in everything I could think of, and I'm still upgrading them regularly. Retrofitting the human body is more complicated if I want to maintain compatibility."

"Sounds like you're making a new PC," he chuckled. "I still have a hard time thinking about biology being something you can mix and match like electronics."

"A lot of it is fairly simple when you know how," she smiled. "But some of the changes are damn complicated. I don't want to make any mistakes, so I'm taking it slow and steady. I have time."

"Probably the right approach," he nodded.

"Well, let's see what horrible thing Taylor has corrupted that poor little kid into doing," Lisa smiled, moving past him to the door to the outer room. He pulled his balaclava back on, snickering under his breath.

"I'm not entirely sure that's the right way to look at it," he said. "Vista seems to have come pre-corrupted, if what I saw was anything to go by. The girl has talents, and an odd outlook on life. She'd fit right in around here."

Amy and Lisa shared a glance. "New Family member?" Amy giggled.

"A little obvious, but… perhaps an associate for now? We'll have to see what Taylor says," Lisa grinned, then opened the door.