Sure. Blame... whatever you wanted on the nakedness, Sand. Scott had no idea what that thing was, but he wasn't in any condition to be starting stupid fights.

He got inside with Allison, started the cheap, bad motel coffee machine going for sand, and found his cellphone to call back to the Mansion. He gave only the very, very bare minimum of information in his report, but he did ask that Storm and Hank meet them.

Then he hesitated and made another call. To another New York residence.

He didn't get an answer, but left a reluctant, hesitant, voice mail that didn't say a lot before he cut the call.

Allison just stood around and looked... wide-eyed and very, very young. More 9 than 12, at the moment.