Eliot looked up from the dishes at the "oh shit". Val howled -- honestly, she'd been really noisy since the storm got started, so that wasn't surprising -- and dove under the coffee table moaning. Eliot stayed in place just long enough to spot Parker diving for the rafters along with Hardison ducking behind the couch, then dropped down behind the kitchen island, arms going up over his head just in time to protect it from what felt like his entire Williams-Sonoma collection crashing down around him.