Nathan was slightly hurt that Rainie didn't take the seat next to him, but he enjoyed the meal anyways, leaning back and savoring the sweet flavor; the warmth of food in his belly. When she smacked her forehead he picked his own head up a bit and looked at the two in confusion. The siblingly exchange was apparently funny. As obviously about a pet as it was, Nathan's mind automatically conjured up and image of a ragged Asian man, for some reason balding, that these two kept locked in their basement, and to his horror, realized that made him want to follow them home even more, if just to find out if it really<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>something so absurd. He almost asked, but didn't want to sound overly insane. A crazy man with explosives wasn't the key features Nathan hoped to highlight about himself, after all. He settled instead to furrow his brow in an expression of confusion and glance back and forth between the brother and sister. They didn't notice.<br/><br/>Rainie's reaction to the candy amused him, though. At least he could give them<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>that cheered them up a bit. When AJ said, â€œIâ€™ll never understand girlsâ€™ obsession with chocolate.â€ Nathan  turned to him with a grin, replied, â€œI will.â€ and continued to take a slow bite out of his Snickers bar with a manly moan of ecstasy, making sure to roll his eyes back in his head for added effect.<br/><br/>Of course he never got to see the reaction. Before he even finished the gag, both radios cracked and a stranger's voice spilled into the room. "...call signs and civilian survivors. This is Sierra-India-Tango-One-Alpha. We are carrying...Panacea...Pier One, South East end, Brooklyn Bridge...1600 hours today. ...come in...friendly call signs..." Nathan immediately closed the laptop, cutting the music short. Then exchanged glances with the others in the room and swallowed his mouthful of chocolate, no longer tasting its magnificent sweetness.<br/><br/>Rainie was the first to react and took control of the situation, answering in a very professional manner. Nathan didn't say anything. He wanted to tell them, â€œIt could be a trap.â€ but knew the other two had to be thinking exactly the same thing already. That's when paranoia struck again.<span style="font-style: italic">That could be a code.</span>He'd assumed these two were alone when nobody else showed up, but what if that message on the radio was a code meant for them if they were ever separated from their larger group. There was no way Nathan could prove they didn't have another radio hidden on them without demanding they strip. Probably not a smart move. And the timing: the morning after all the chaos Nathan's radio picks up its first transition? Too coincidental...