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You've reached Senator Nathan Petrelli. If I'm not answering your call please leave me a message, and I'll get back to you just as soon as I can.

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[ If glares could set people on fire, then the one Jenna got when she burst out laughing would have caused an inferno. Nathan scowls, sinking back slightly and getting the full force of her sidewards jolt just a moment later. He's serious! That's why they're having this conversation in person and not over the network, and she goes and laughs at him!

When she stops, he looks down at his lap instead, shoulders hunched up around his ears. ]

I feel the same way. I mean--I'm going to have to be keeping things clean on the network, making sure nobody says anything that gets them killed - people are going to hate me for that, by the way - but the truth is I wanna go on a witchhunt just as much as the rest of them.

He's out there laughing at us, and he'll go ahead and pick us off one by one if it suits him. I just want to get off this ship and--

[ He stops there. ]

Nevermind.

[unparental]

Don't be that guy, Nathan. Laughing was more-- me going a little crazy from just everything, but it's because you want me to help you drag yourself over the coals and that's about the last thing on my agenda.

[ she tucks her arm through his, pulling him in as close as she can to her side as she can manage in this position. ] If you tell me you knew this could happen, you're a liar. Someone would have found us sooner or later-- you were just the guy who ended up doing something right before it happened. It could have been me and Ward, or Tony and the ship... we're not exactly a ship full of perfect, responsible adults all the time.

[ shaking her head, jenna sighs. ] No, I think I know what you mean.

[ because being home isn't something she can have, but protecting the people here is-- except, apparently, from the place they're stuck itself, and that knowledge burns. ]