The baby had seen bullets, and explosions, and clung tight to bleeding arms; still, she made some noise, and she would've squirmed if the shot had been any slower than it was.

Cable just watched, carefully, with eagle eyes. She was the hope of an entire timeline, after all (the only timeline that mattered, in the end) and giving her out of hand just for this was already managing to work up some extra paranoia.

"A month, you said," he voiced, in need of something to say to keep control of it all.