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Eden is looking pretty. Her sunburn is gone, she has makeup on, and is wearing a form-fitting copper dress with a silver belt. Her feet are bare - she'd rather go bare-foot than wear her sneakers or flip-flops. Eden has committed many crimes, but fashion crimes aren't one of them.

She's looking for an owner of a certain car ~~who's not Gabriel, because no, okay?~~. Is he by the pool? Is he in the bunker? Is he on the boat? Is he in the house? Eden will look.

Who does she find?

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This Gabriel owns no car! He is also not interested in pretty girls at the moment.

...or ever, really.

He's on the way back to the house from the kraken's pool with a distractedly fond smile on his face. Spots will do that.

Eden was looking into the pool with a hint of a frown on her face.

The frown deepens when she looks up and sees Gabe.

The frown vanishes once the difference between this Gabe and his teenage counterpart become apparent. She wets her lips and takes a step back.

"Don't come any closer."

No, Eden really doesn't care what any Gabriel thinks of her.

His foot is raised to take the next step toward the house.

It won't move forward.

Several thoughts collide at once, the end result of which is Gabriel going very, very white and backpedalling with remarkable speed.

"I'mnotthatonepleasedon'thurtme," he exclaims all in a rush. He should've asked the other him for better descriptions of these people. What if she doesn't believe him? What if she orders him to-- he doesn't know, can't even think of what might happen. Too afraid and too busy backing away with his hands raised in surrender.

"Hands up," she orders.

Eden looks at him, her frown slowly returning. If it's a disguise, it's a good one. He even looks...younger, doesn't he? She needs a picture of Sylar - with Gabe and now this one, the real Sylar's features are blurring in her head.

She offers no consolation that she won't hurt him.

His hands are already up. They go higher.

"Please believe me; I'm not--"

He can't finish the sentence; he's shaking too hard. She's going to kill him. She's going to think he's lying and order him to-- Gabriel doesn't know; there's so many ways this could end badly for him, he can't even make his whirling thoughts settle on one. Bizarrely, all he can think is a fervent wish for Steve to come and rescue him. Steve will know what to do.

Val exits the house carrying pretzels and wearing a smug expression.

This drops when she sees somebody apparently threatening Steve's new ~~boyfriend~~ buddy.

"Hey!"

She tenses, ready to armour up at any second, and jogs towards the two of them.

"Lady! The hell's your problem?"

Anyone who can reduce a guy almost as tall as Marley to a wibbling wreck is bad news, in her opinion.

The look Eden sends Val is sharp - a 'stay out of it' look if there ever was one, with some swear words at the end of it. She won't use her power unless Val comes any closer.

"Relax," she tells Val, gaze switching to Gabe, waiting for him to make a run for it. "I just need to get a few things straight."

Steve's twin is... a poor substitute at best, but at this point Gabriel would be happy with pretty much anyone.

"She can make people do things," he babbles to Val, jerking his head in Eden's direction in a rather redundant indication of who he's talking about. "Please, help-- I think she's going to kill me."

He's been backing slowly away this whole time, but the idea of making a real run for it just hasn't penetrated his fear-addled brain.

"Yeah, nobody's killing anybody here," says Val with a frown.

Make people do things. Ouch. Still, she'll give Eden the benefit of the doubt for now. She doesn't know Gabriel that well.

Her jog took her almost between the two before she was stopped by Eden's look. It doesn't take much to step into the widening gap between Eden and Gabe and fold her arms.

"Anything you need to get straight, you can do it from over there," she says with forced pleasantness. "And if you're using mind control on Gabe here, I'd like you to stop, pretty please."

Threatening someone who can control people is unfathomably stupid even for the reckless Valerie, so she doesn't do it. But she's definitely putting on the famous Bell protective glare.

Shay is in the house, today, lounging and carving.

Specifically, he's trying to carve a wooden duck without using his powers.

It just looks like a blob.

"Hi, Shay," Eden says, with a friendly smile and wave - a smile rather more dazzling than her normal arsenal of smiles.

"Hey, Eden." Grin. "Something you need?"

The smile doesn't falter.

"Your car. I'll pay for gas and everything! I just need to get to Metropolis and drop some stuff off at my new place."

"Sure. Just point out on a map where your new place is, I'll pick it up in a few days."

"Oh - thanks! But I could totally drive it back if that'd be easier."

She's only offering because she's sure it won't be accepted.

"Well, if you really want to, I'm not going to stop you." Lightly.

"...I will admit that it's perhaps not my burning desire," Eden concedes.

As she passes over a black patch of ground, it ripples under her, and a voice pipes up from below "Ow, hey, watch where you put your feet!"

Some one was trying to take a nap.

Eden tends to think of swearing as the refuge of a limited mind.

Thus, she feels a bit embarrassed at the "Shit!" she yelps as she hurries backwards.

"What the hell?!" she demands, tone warring between anger and surprise.

The black lumps int he middle, slowly drawing itself up. For just a moment, there is a feminine shape to it, a Venus of Wilendorf style of thing, but those bumps quickly smooth out to reveal a masculine, if thin, man in black clothes. He shoots his cuffs to get his coat back into place then turn his gaze to the woman, frowning. "Not so much for the whole walking on, right?"

"Ever think of not becoming the ground, genius?" Eden snaps, deciding on anger.

"I wasn't becoming the ground, I was taking a frickking nap." He runs a hand through his hair, but that doesn't do a thing to it, it just shifts right back into the same position. "I thought people would notice me, right?"

Eden notes hair oddness, but is too busy yelling at this melty flesh person to do much with the information.

"People have better things to do than stare at their feet! If you want to sleep, there's a couch in the house, beds in the bunker, and a cabin in the ship. God."

"Yeh, but I leak, right?" He narrows his eyes at her. "Easier to just sleep on the ground, cause that's where I end up, right?"

Eden gives a short, jerky shrug of frustration. "Sleep under the bed, then." Her tone implies she doesn't much care whether he does or doesn't.

The Company paid her to be nice and subtle and friendly to other people with abilities. Eden can't help but wonder what Mr. Bennet would think if he saw her now.