Allison, who made no move to shift from where she was, was lowgrade hoping this newest twist and turn of Klaus' conversation is not about to go back to the crypt nights in their earliest teens. There's a glance over Klaus and Luther talking softer, wondering if he had anything new to say. Wondering if this would be something entirely unknown and add to the pile that had truly imploded them all (and a world).

A small crease between her brows settling, reserved specifically for those drastic secrets of their father's and Pogo's, about Vanya and Luther, that had upended everything about their lives and redefined. It ticks away at the foggy, first waking, memory on the medical gurney in the Academy, trying to tell Luther what had happened, and hearing Pogo say that Vanya's powers were the very last of their father's secrets left to come to light.

It was hard to trust it, him, either of them, and harder still to think that Klaus of all people had something he hadn't said anything to anyone about in two decades. Allison shifted to look at her communicator in her hand by her leg again. Willing it to do something. So many messages and calls to Ben, and yet still not a single answer. It bothered her. Klaus almost dying, Klaus not dying now, and Ben still not there, still not knowing at all.