It is. Hence Charlie wanting to pull Vanya out of the house. There was too much going on in there for anyone to remain calm, even with what she knew about dear ol' dad. Which she's going to share with Vanya in a moment.

"I don't think mine is, either. I threw a mug at Dad and I'm really not sure if it was me or someone else's feelings, but I'm pretty pissed that it didn't even hit him. It went right through." Which, she's sure, is good news? But he's still going to be a presence in their house.

Their house. Not his. He died. He's dead. He has no hold on the house, as far as Charlie cares.

"Like...clean through. Smashed on the wall behind him. I owe someone a glittery 'fuck this shit' mug, now."

Pulling out her phone, she hesitates between the small handful of rideshare apps and then pokes Lyft. It's been long enough, right? They can safely get a Lyft without someone going nope no Hargreeves ever!

And sure enough, the ride request is accepted.

"They'll be here in five."