Waiting sounds perfectly reasonable to Rashad, though again there's something not quite as expected in her feelings about it. Her frustration is more to be expected, though, especially when the baby in her arms all but erupts with intense dissatisfaction. The other one threatens to join in, and their collective longing for -- things -- has him all but tasting the air.

The one in her arms is very loud, isn't it? How will she concentrate on the task of intercepting Asadi's communication with all that noise to contend with?

And when was the last time he ate, anyway? He will hardly take anything from them at all, and they are so tiny that their collective emotions will likely only give him a short burst of energy he can keep contained enough while they wait.

"I will quiet them," he says decisively, and then he does so. Bea promptly goes limp in Greta's arms, her sister also quieting. Rashad's eyes grow wet and his lower lip trembles, but he is silent as he fights to hold in the unexpectedly strong surge.