As the days pass, with Riley on hand for Ben's emotional health, the powers are indexed. Reed's elasticity, Sue's invisibility, Johnny's heat, and Ben's durability. Only von Doom's mutation is non-categorized. While Riley attempts to keep an eye on the issue, she admits defeat in her ignorance of scientific knowledge.

Once out of the clinic, Reed suggests everyone relocates to the Baxter Building. Riley is aghast at having to share personal living quarters with Johnny Storm, not to mention Sue and Ben. She questions her brother as to whether the building is actually big enough for all of them.

"Maybe I should move out," she suggested, as she took in the amount of luggage Johnny was packing in. "After all, you technically only own the top portion of the building."

Reed took her to the side, praying they were out of earshot of everyone, especially Ben. "Please don't go, Riley." He begged. "Ben is barely hanging on. You keep him optimistic, and act as a barrier between him and-" she sighed.

"The Human Torch?" She hissed. Johnny's name for his alternative ego. The man-child craved attention like he needed oxygen. Between courting news vans on the few times they'd been unfortunate to be seen in public, even if they had come to the aid of the public at large, he'd caused more issues than solved them. She watched as her brother reigned his own temper back into control.

"Yes," Reed agreed. "You managed to keep Ben from strangling Johnny. It keeps the peace, no matter how frayed and slight it may be." He sighed. "Besides, I'm hoping to test the limits of our powers. At least in my own lab, I should be able to control the space, if not the specimens."

Riley fought to keep her eyes from rolling. "Reed, they're people. And they're mostly your friends. Please stop speaking about them like they're inside of petri dishes." She sighed, "I'll stay. I'm moving my room to the furthest from the lab, though." She said, deciding to relocate as far away from everyone as possible.

Reed agreed. "Riley?" He started, the question heavy in his voice, and she felt herself answering before he could get the question fully formed.

"I don't know, Reed. Victor isn't easy for me to read, and even if I could, I'm not as versed in science as you. His mutation is happening too, but it's not like the four of you. And I can't explain it." She shrugged, and didn't notice that her brother was surprised that she was answering a question he'd not asked. "If I see anything fully, I'll let you know."

Riley walked away, leaving him to wonder how he'd really ignored his sister's extra sense all this time, and how close minded he'd been. Shaking his head, he went to his lab to work up how to test each of their powers, and whether they could work a way back to normal.

It took Riley about an hour to get her bags repacked and moved to the other end of the building. She was happy to see that the repairmen she'd hired and made sure all the plumbing was in working order, so her bathroom was up to scratch on the unused end. The bedroom she chose had new light bulbs and it didn't take long to unpack and put her things away.

She sighed again, as she looked out the window at her new view. Over the streets above the noise of the city, it was perfect. She considered what she needed to do, at least until Reed and the others could figure out what they were going to do. Nothing was coming to her, sometimes nothing did. She wasn't getting anything certain from Victor, only flashes of metal and lightning. Which she'd tell Reed about later. Shaking her head, she turned back to the room and contemplated what was next for her.

Babysitting? Surely not Ben. Keeping him company wasn't a hardship. More than likely the resident Lothario. Fighting to keep the eye rolling to a minimum, she contemplated. Mostly Pants on Fire couldn't seem to stand being on house arrest, so he acted out. Usually hitting Ben with a prank, which was cruel and irritating. So she'd need to keep the man-child under observation. The question she needed to ask herself was could she do it without actually having to be in the same room with him.

She picked up her cell and called Reed, knowing it was childish, but not feeling up to walking across the building just yet. When he answered, she asked a simple question about surveillance. "Is the building wired for video and sound?" She asked, not greeting him, or waiting for a greeting.

"Of course," he said, used to his sister's abruptness. "If you wish, I'll send you the link information, via email."

"Please do." She answered, begging off. One issue down. Now that she didn't have to force herself to be hand in hand with hot pants himself, she was feeling a little better. Feeling like she'd earned a treat, she grabbed her toiletries and her lounge wear and headed for the bathroom. A long hot bubble bath was calling, and she planned to take full advantage of it.