Which is when Peter and Nina come in, and Peter is able to keep his father from disrobing, telling him they've got a case, and Nina has to concede that Walter is "a bit unorthodox." "He's also trippin' his brains out right now," points out Peter, like who invited the narc, and Nina just makes a noise.
The Fringe team has assembled at the hospital, with Broyles doing the play-by-play of the hospital security video of Newton shooting his way out. Fauxlivia's all, "Look at that. It's like he's got no fear," like way to play it cool, AGENT FROM ANOTHER UNIVERSE, and Broyles has already figured out that Van Horn was an operative of Newton's, and Newton tried to retrieve him but couldn't, so he shut him up.
Walter's too busy playing with Fauxlivia's hair and telling her it looks like "strands of yellow diamonds," and Peter, who wastes no chance to rat on his father ever, tells everyone that Walter "self-medicated" this morning, and Broyles throws out a stink-eye in the vague direction of the Bishop clan: "Because not only was James Van Horn a sitting U.S. senator with top-level clearance, he was a good man," he says, and wants to know how long ago Van Horn was replaced with a shapeshifter and why.
Fauxlivia volunteers to make sure that his office is "locked down" and she don't need no help no how, she can take care of that one on her own so nobody worry, she's on it. Peter tells Broyles that if they can get to a sitting senator, then the whole government could be compromised, so I guess he's Agent in Charge of Saying Obvious Shit today, and Broyles says he's going to call some dude at the CDC and arrange blood tests for everyone on the Hill, and I'd REALLY like to know what the explanation for that one is going to be, and then Broyles tells Walter to examine the body and see what he can find, and Walter is all, "I think I'll go examine the body and see what I can find," so either he's still high or Broyles is now a Jedi.
And that's just what he's doing, with an FBI agent who looks on with confused interest, especially when Walter asks if she knows where he can purchase some candy buttons, and the FBI agent, all judgy, says, "I wouldn't know. I try not to eat sugar," like A SIMPLE NO WOULD HAVE SUFFICED. Agent My Body is a Temple is confused as to whether Van Horn is a machine or a man. "It is neither. And both. Part machine, part organic. A shape-shifter. Such an inspired creation. Frankly, I'm a little envious that Belly thought of it before I did," says Walter. Man, isn't this highly classified shit? Isn't she just some regular agent? Anyway, Peter comes in with some Red Vines for his dad, at least whatever's left after Peter's already scarfed down half the pack, and Walter says, "You'll be happy to know that having something to focus on is calming the vividness of my hallucinations, and Agent My Body is a Temple gives Peter a look and he tells her he can take it from here, so she leaves and Walter is glad she's gone: "Very negative energy."