If Elliot had known what he would be walking into when he came home he probably just wouldn't have gone home. As it was, he had no idea. He was tired and honestly just wanted to get through his evening routine with minimal energy expended. He should've known something was up when his door was cracked open still.

A frown tugged at his mouth and he felt a brief flash of something akin to worry for John. What if someone had found out he was harboring a mutant and had come to do whatever to him? Or maybe just someone he'd pissed off had broken in and John had been in the way. The possibilities seemed minute so he didn't dwell and just opened his door.

Greeted with Darlene, he did assess what had happened. She'd broken in. No one was dead. That was good. Flipper and Qwerty were accounted for too.

"You broke in... again," Elliot said, closing the door firmly behind him and moving further into his apartment which was clearly not a sacred place to say the least. By the tension that even he could tell was in the room this little interaction hadn't been so great. Again, at least no one was dead and nothing was burned down yet.

"This is my sister, Darlene. She likes to break in," Elliot informed John. "Guess she figured out the new lock already."