Daniel Broken Hammer

[Moira Murray] Leyna's colorful choice of words brings both of Moira's eyebrows up, rising high to disappear under the sweep of bangs. She clears her throat a second time, flicking blue eyes between the older and younger woman. Her head turns, one hand dropping away her face as the other remains curled against her cheek to keep it propped.

Leyna produces a gift, and Moira's eyes fall to the box, following its exchange from one kin to the other. She says nothing in response to the conversation - offering up very little as she realizes there isn't much association she has done with them. A change of topic, regarding Izzy curiously. "Why did you vote for me at the last meeting?"

[Moira Murray] (*woman=women)

[Leyna Stidolph] Leyna gives Izzy a nod, "Strength, Courage, Healing, Attainment and Purification." She shrugs her shoulders slightly. "I was going through some of my stuff and I found my pendants. I thought you needed Uruz more than I did." Leyna would have brought something for Moira if she would have known the other kin would have been here.

She just then smiles and lets Moira take the conversation... Leyna felt like she contributed enough for the moment.

[Izzy Montoya] She nods, slightly, and then thanks Leyna again. "It's beautiful. Thank you."

Then, Moira asks a question, and finds Izzy's gaze - not exactly a comfortable thing, as it is direct, perceptive, probing - on her for a long moment. The answer, though, is relatively simple. "I didn't know the other woman - Gina? - and by her disheveled appearance she did not seem the type who could oversee much of anything." A beat, and then the simple truth. "But mostly because John speaks highly of you."

[Moira Murray] "John." The name comes out across her lips in a sigh of confused emotion. She meets Izzy's gaze, practically matching it under the direct, perceptive probing - one she has grown used to handling when dealing with Izzy's male counterpart. "John would speak highly of me." The smile on her mouth tugs a little more fondly as her eyes crinkle up. "How is he? I haven't seen him in a few weeks. I have been too distracted with other things to even keep up with him."

She swings her gaze back to Leyna for a moment, grinning sheepishly as she settles back against in the chair. "Have you gotten back into blacksmithing at all or just bumming around the Eagle's pack house?"

[Leyna Stidolph] She had no idea what the other two women were talking about, but it didn't hurt to listen and watch them interact with one another. Perhaps she could pick up a few behavior mannerisms on how normal people interacted with one another? Anything was possible. Though their voices seemed to trail in and out of her hearing, like Leyna was in a tunnel.

She could feel her fingertips numbing slightly, leaving a fuzziness. She did not do this often, though she was starting to wonder why.

She looked over at Moira raising her fine brow. "Uhhh..." It took her a moment for her brain to fire on all cylinders. "Bumming around still.." She admitted with a light sigh. "Been looking for work though. I have a few applications put out at the steel mills... I doubt blacksmithing will be something I will be able to do." Not with money running out. "Time to face reality... without support from the local Garou I am screwed." She chuckled. "Ah well.." She shrugged, cheerfully blowing it off. "C'est la vie."

[Izzy Montoya] How is John? "Working too hard, sleeping too little." As always - which is very much the same that could be said about Izzy. She relents, slightly. "but he's fine. I'll tell him you asked." Subtle there, the underlying comment that suggests Izzy will speak to John before Moira does. It's not something conscious, or even sharp - just an acknowledgment that she sees him on a daily basis - despite the wish of the Jarl to keep them apart. It's amazing how many reasons they can find to meet for 'work' purposes...

Then the attention turns back to Leyna, and it is Izzy's turn to simply listen. Though it's likely looking to Izzy for anything close to 'normal' interaction, is probably not the right way to go.

[Moira Murray] Moira nods her head to Izzy, knowing that she is likely to see John before she will, given their professions. She draws a hand up to her throat, fingers toying absently with a leather knotwork pendant she wears on a shiny chain, fingertips memorizing the details that had gone into the handiwork. It turns her thoughts toward the necklace Leyna just gave Izzy.

"Do you make pendants like that often?" She focuses on Leyna now, blue eyes brightening up with some half-formed idea that was slowly blossoming to life at such a late hour.

[Leyna Stidolph] Izzy and Moira were by the far... the most normal people Leyna had ever met. Really.

"I used too." She said to Moira. "I used to make all sorts of jewelery." Leyna crinkled her brow, thinking back to when she first started making jewelry as a side project. Her brother made fun of her for it...

She raised her brow at Moira.. eying the other kin curiously. "Why?"

[Izzy Montoya] She remains quiet, and simply finishes her beer, before she stands to go to the bar for another. She doesn't return with just her own, though - she leaves another $20 under the till, and grabs a beer for each of the other kin as well. The bartender is well used to her running tab at this point.

She pops the tops, then returns to take her seat again, sliding a beer across the table to each of the girls across from her, and listens to their talk of jewelry. They'd likely be shocked to know Izzy has a girly side at all, and she doesn't let them in on the fact, either.

[Moira Murray] "I'm not in school anymore. What work I do for Hill House is mundane at best... and I have quite a bit of money put away in savings, which means I live like a college student on very little money." She shakes her head, still playing with the pendant, "I trying to find a new business venture. After solving the Resurrection Mary ordeal, I had considered Paranormal Investigation, but lacked a Scooby-Doo team."

She shrugs her shoulders, "Just an afterthought, if you still had access to a shop. I would have considered applying your skill to making something for me."

[Leyna Stidolph] "Thanks." She said to Izzy when the woman brought back a beer, giving Izzy a smile. She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small note pad and mechanical pencil after Moira finished talking.

She placed her thumb on the eraser and clicked it twice and flipped open the notebook which was filled with all sorts of designs and templates Leyna had been putting together for the past couple years. She found a clean page and looked at Moira. "What would you want made?" It was very direct. She might not have access to a forge... but that doesn't mean Leyna couldn't aspire for something in the future.

"And Izzy, if there would be anything I could make for you, you just let me know. Okay?"

[Izzy Montoya] She nods, slightly - but remains quiet, and watches the two work on the design.

[Moira Murray] Something sparkles in Moira's eyes as she sits up immediately. She reaches for the beer bottle that Izzy slid her way, lets it rest on the table before her as she leans in to look over at Leyna's drawings. That fact that her idea could actually come to life brings a new set of possibilities.

"How good are you at weapons?" The question comes out of nowhere. "Like something a Garou could actually use if they favored using weapons in their other forms?"

[Leyna Stidolph] She raised a brow at Moira, "I am a weaponsmith. Jewelry is just a side hobby." She said to the other kin as a smirk slowly curled on her lips. "I can make anything from Halberds to Claymores, however I won't do shurikens again." She said shaking her head. "Not after the ninja rotgar." She cringed slightly at the memory of Ray. Never again!

She reached down into her boot and pulled up one of her bowie knives, by her own design. "Now... I know this is not the size you are looking for. When I lived in France, that is what I did. I made weapons for the Garou... especially for fighting in other forms." She explained as she twirled the black steel and hilt with full tang in the palm of her hand. "However this will give you a glimpse to my craft." She flips the blade in her hand, holding the hilt towards Moira.

"You will notice the steel is extremely light and flexible without giving up it's durability. I won't go into the metallurgy mumbo jumbo.." She snickered, most people didn't get it. "Go ahead, just feel for yourself."

[Daniel] It's late, well past midnight, when the back door of the Brotherhood slams open. Coming in from the bitter cold, shivering in his inadequate clothing and unashamed of his body's natural reaction to hypothermia, one hard-hewn, wasteless weapon of a Forseti.

Passing through the kitchen, he grabs a late plate set out by the staff. No utensils. By the time he comes through the swinging doors he's eating, scooping food ravenously from the plate and into his mouth with his fingers.

There's blood on his face, blood on his clothes. His rage, usually so sharp, feels dimmed; but his eyes are savage, wholly inhuman, staring like an animal's.

By the time he drops his plate on the bar next to Izzy, all the meat is gone. Some vegetables remain. There's a slice of pie too: dessert. He thinks for a moment and then picks that up too, devouring it without bothering to savor it, eating for the sake of simple sugars, quick energy.

"Kinswoman," he mutters, mouth full, the same litany she's heard dozens of times now, "have you obeyed all orders I have given you in your life and actions today?"

[Izzy Montoya] The door slams, and.. well. It's that time. Again. By the time Daniel has grabbed his plate and come through the doors from the kitchen, Izzy has already grabbed her beer bottle and started to rise - intending to meet him halfway, or something like it. This ordeal is bad enough without the witness of two more kin.

She is at the bar before he is. She sits before he does, and he drops his plate and talks with his mouth full. The muscle in her jaw tenses, clenches. Still - to this day, and every day she lives, she will grind her teeth when he refuses to acknowledge her by her fucking name.

Control.
It's all about control.

"Yes."

[Daniel] [sorry, he dropped his stuff on their table instead.]

[Daniel] [OR NOT]

[Moira Murray] Moira was not skilled with weaponry, though, Leyna had her intrigued now. She extends her hand out the bowie knife, taking the handle into her own and pulls it back to examine the craftsmanship with a critical eye. She tilts the blade, holding it carefully as the backdoor bursts open and Daniel comes out.

"Kinswoman."

There's a brief jerking reaction from her and she grips the handle on the blade, turning her eyes upon Daniel for several seconds, then promptly ignores his existence as she offers the knife back to its owner.

"Yes, something like that would work very well. I am looking for a pair of them to be crafted actually, for a friend. He's Garou and is rather partial to using knives in combat... the one he has is now... not good."

She turns to face Leyna now, "What would it take from me to get you to make these?"

[Leyna Stidolph] Kinswoman, Leyna's eyes shot up and looked at Daniel. The urge to take the bowie knife back from Moira and stab the Garou until he was rendered unconscious was overwhelming. Her body immediately tensed as hot fire burned in her dark eyes. The poor Garou had no idea he was making enemies of his own tribe rather quickly.

Izzy was not a Kinswoman, she was Fenrir. Izzy was not some mare for him to bark at, she was Fenrir. Her fists clenched as her knuckles turned white, staring at Daniel and Izzy at the bar. ~Old Norse~ Fenris be shamed by his unruly child, who thinks he is above respecting other children of Fenris. She snorts out, having a hard time breaking her eyes away from such a disgraceful and dishonorable scene.

Her lips curl up in a feral manner, staring at the pair... before Moira breaks Leyna's aggressive attention. She grunted and looked back at Moira, trying to calm down from her unexplainable irrational anger. "Metal, forge... and time."

[Moira Murray] The tension running through Leyna was visible to Moira's eyes. She was usually good at reading the body languages of those around her, but Leyna just seems to hum with violence. She lick her lips, wrinkling up her nose as she casts another look over her shoulder towards Daniel. Her gaze isn't as fierce, but there was a slight narrowing of her eyes.

She shakes her head slowly, sucking in a deep breath and then reaches out to tap the notepad. "Show me some other stuff. What do you think would be a decent design..." she starts to say, distracting the other kin. "I don't know where to find metal and forge. Find it for me and I can likely pay it."

[Daniel] "Very well." He doesn't even look at her; he stares viciously at the shelves and their bottles instead, the muscles of his face taut and starkly visible beneath his unmarked skin, against his bones. Last of his shivers still peeling down his spine. Nostrils flared, breathing as though he'd run some distance. The Forseti is fresh from some battle or other, his rage spent but his temper

and such a temper it was when riled

still up. His left hand is braced on the bartop. The right is a mess, dripping with cold meat-juices and pie innards. He eats crust and filling out of the palm of his hand, then flicks the crumbs back to the plate. He's still hungry. Starving. Regeneration: hard work.

"As you were promised, most of your freedoms are restored. You may live in your own home and keep your own hours. You may go where you please and fraternize with whom you please, though you will continue to restrict your interactions with John Thornton to what is minimally necessary for your work.

"If you absolutely must know the touch of a man, you may choose one male to lie with. Not one a day, or one a week. One. Pick wisely. And if you choose Thornton, then by Fenris, don't make me regret giving you this freedom.

"You will continue to uphold the hierarchy to which we are all bound. You will respect those who are stronger than you. You will not shout, curse or command any that you cannot defeat in battle. Every week, on Freya's day, you will come to me and I will continue to question you as I have. If by the turn of the equinox you have not erred, I will consider lifting the last of these restrictions.

"Finally, you remain my charge and responsibility, as the Jarl decreed. If you are genuinely threatened, you will come to me for protection."

All this spoken low, a rush of hard consonants and sliding vowels: his strange accent. The shivers have stopped now; his breathing is almost level.

"Are we understood?"

[Leyna Stidolph] Leyna was shaking from anger, she could hear Daniel and he spoke of respecting Izzy's superiors.. but what about him?! Respecting the 8th! He could preach about the 5th but he could not uphold the 8th?! She ground her teeth, trying to shut out the chattering...

Loyalty and Honor. Those were the codes of the Fenrir! Here was this douche nozzle unable to uphold Honor.. and if he could not uphold that simple law, then his loyalty was in question. Why didn't the Jarl see this? Why wasn't Daniel being punished for HIS actions?!

She flipped through the pages harshly, "If you pay for it, then most of my issues will be solved." She said to Moira. "As for what I think is best..." She cracked her neck loudly, trying to loosen up the tension. "What form are we focusing on?"

[Izzy Montoya] He lectures, and lays down his rules. The muscle in her jaw jumps as she clenches it rhythmically. She listens - because she promised. She doesn't say anything - because she promised.

Are they understood?

Understanding is such a slippery concept... none of this is understood. It's ancient, it's ridiculous, it's beyond any modern day woman's understanding and she hates. every. fucking. minute. of. it. Almost as much as the slow low burn of hatred she holds for him.

"What day is Freya's day?" A beat, and then - the question of an apparent contradiction. "If I am to only interact minimally with Detective Thornton, how can I choose him - if indeed I do."

[Daniel] A flash of a sideways glance, incredulous. "Friday, kinswoman, it's Friday. Don't you know your own heritage?

"As for the rest, I'm sure you'll find a way." He snatches a rag off the bartop, wipes his fingers with short, impatient strokes. "Are we finished here, kinswoman?"

[Moira Murray] Moira's eyes snap up immediately to the tone of the conversation had taken. She has suddenly become drawn into it as Leyna seethes next to her in her chair. Though for Moira it was different reasons that she was interested now.

Idly her eyes slide back to Daniel and Izzy as she continues to speak to Leyna about the weapon design. "Human, near-man forms, maybe Crinos but I doubt that, then again I don't know. What can be designed to fit all three forms?"

She folds her arms across her chest, trying to distract herself from the conversation as she nervously plays with the leather knotwork pendant hanging closely to her throat. She wrinkles up her nose. "Leyna, do I just have to buy you a damn forge just so you can make it?"

[Leyna Stidolph] She wanted to answer Moira... she did.. but her mouth took off. "It's FUCKING Izzy Montoya!" She snapped out. "If you expect her to honor the old ways then you honor her right to be called by her fucking name!" She seethed out in her chair. "Is it REALLY that hard? NO!" She stood up suddenly, slamming her fist on the table.

"IZZY! That's it! She is not a fucking mare! She is Fenrir! How dare you preach the 5th but do not take into consideration the 8th!" She growled at Daniel, staring right at him with an inhuman glare. "You do NOT force a Fenrir!"

[Moira Murray] Leyna starts screeching out Izzy's name. Moira jerks, swaying in the chair as she turns to look up at the screaming kin next to her with widening eyes. A look of horror casts across her features as they snap over to Daniel immediately. She nearly jumps out of her seat to stand besides Leyna and physically grabs a hold of the girl to keep Leyna at bay.

[Izzy Montoya] She closes her eyes, briefly. Her jaw clenches, tightly, and her teeth grind audibly. If he could hear her thoughts... if he could only... Well, she'd be dead - before she could finish counting down from 10 to 1, one by teeth-grittng one.

[Izzy Montoya. Fenrir. Born and raised in Chicago. CPD. Homicide. Izzy. Fucking. Montoya. Daughter of kin, granddaughter of a great Foresti - one who at least knew her motherfucking name.]

Her eyes open, and she nods, sharply, before she turns on a heel to head back to the table, and the ladies at the table - and then Leyna... Leyna starts and Izzy stiffens farther. She just won most of her freedom. She JUST won it.... and the look she shoots Moira is one of quick, silent pleading, even as she steps between Daniel and the table automatically. "Daniel..."

Let her handle it, let her talk to the other, let....
theyneverstoppedhimwhenhesmashedherfaceinoverandover - whyshouldshe?

"She's under the influence. Let me handle her. please."

don't..don't...don't take it [him] away from me...

[Daniel] Immediately the Forseti swings about. There's something heavy, brutal about the motion, as though his weight were entirely in his shoulders. He starts across the room, silent save for short, furious breaths, the inhales sharp, the exhales controlled.

Broken Hammer is not huge. He's not powerfully built like so many of their tribe. He's tight and lean, an inch or two under six feet, and without an ounce of spare. As hard as bone. There's a deftness to his motion that is entirely animal, and his eyes are black and savage. Even across the room, his bared teeth are visible. Leyna has a loud voice, a strong will. Leyna has soft rendable flesh and fragile little bones; she's a sack of meat and viscerae; he could close his teeth on her throat and she'd be

dead.

Except -- Izzy cuts in front of him. His eyes swing viciously to her, glaring. For a second he doesn't seem to comprehend her. He shoulders past. When he reaches Moira and Leyna's table he upends it viciously, heaves it aside and sends their plates and bottles and drawings flying. Rage crackles in the air. He rears back and boots Leyna solidly in the breastbone, knocking her over in her chair, onto the ground, on her back.

And then: not claws; not teeth. Words.

"How dare you speak of the Law to me as though you knew its meaning. Respect is given as it is earned." His finger stabs in Izzy's direction. "She is earning hers back. You have just lost yours."

He turns back to Izzy.

"Handle her as you like. When you're finished, bring her to the Jarl. Tell him what happened; every detail. He'll decide what's to become of her. And remember what I said. Don't dishonor yourself before the Jarl."

[Leyna Stidolph] Moira stands up and grabs Leyna from her side, Leyna was shaking in anger and fear. Mostly fear because she knows what she did was not in her right or her place. She should have kept her mouth shut, she had issues with that and her mouth was always getting her into trouble.

The hair on the back of her neck stood straight up as Izzy tried making excuses for her. She is under the influence? Not anymore! Her intentions were good, but like Laird used to tell her, the path way to hell was usually paved with good intentions. One would think she would learn.

Panic fills Leyna, a moment to dart for the door. A moment she wanted to hide or get on her knees and beg for forgiveness. The adrenaline pumped through her veins, her heart beating a thousand beats per minute, sweat beaded down the kins face, knowing whatever came her way was going to hurt. Every muscle tensed and flexed waiting for the inevitable. Broken bones and flesh from the whip against her for speaking out of line. Her breathing labored from the rush and fear constricting her lungs, she was not going to make it out of the Brotherhood alive, she was certain of it.

He came towards her and the only thing she could think of doing was pushing Moira out of the way. She would take what is ever coming to her, but she would not allow Moira to be hurt for her actions. She took the boot to the chest, with no resistance other then wanting the other wanting the other kin safe and out of the way. She fall back into her chair and then to the ground with a loud thud. The sharp land knocked the air out of her chest, as she gasped.

No tears though. No cries of pain. No nothing.

She should have stayed down... but even though she was in pain, she growled out and rolled off the chair... pulling herself up from the floor slowly. However this time she staved off her tongue, she would save it for the Jarl.. However she did stare down Daniel, with absolutely no fear in her eyes now. He was nothing short of a bully.

[Moira Murray] For a second time, Daniel was charging like a bull towards a kinfolk that had spoken out of line. His nearness sends a shudder up her spine, the table throw back violently form the women that it sends bottles and items crashing to the floor. She had moved in reaction to block whatever blow Daniel was going to land on Leyna, knowing the extent of his temper.

Leyna manages to push Moira out of the way, accepting her fate as Daniel's boot connects with Leyna's body and sends the kin flying into a chair and eventually onto the floor. The heat of a blue gaze snaps up as Moira turns on Daniel. Her eyes narrows into thin slits as her mouth begins to form a thinning line.

He speaks of the Jarl and Moira bristles up - so many thoughts and concerns race through her mind at the moment she doesn't realize what she says as she moves to drop down into a crouch beside Leyna.

"You stupid fuck..." Moira hisses out.

[Izzy Montoya] He glares at her - and she stands her ground. She won't stand idly by as another woman gets beat. She won't. He shoulders past her, and sends the table (....and Izzy's computer, all her files...) flying. He rears back and kicks Leyna and Izzy is closing the distance again, her hand grasping his bicep, her grip stronger than it seems it would be, though her gaze is on Leyna. She stays quiet, so instead, there's a quiet request of Moira. "Get her outside. I'll be there in a minute."

And then - to Daniel, his rage a barely flickering thing compared to when he beat her near to death and Moira and others simply watched, but even if it were high, soaring and screaming and crackling like it was that night, she would still do the same. "I'll call him immediately - and Daniel?"

She has ALWAYS called him by his name. Always. Even when angry. Even when freaking out in the middle of a pain and memory and terrified breakdown. She's never ever called him anything else.

Well. Within his hearing, anyway.

When his glare finds hers gaze again, her voice is soft, and carries only between them.

"Sometimes, if a reaction continue to occur spread over more than one person, you have to consider the common factor. We adapt, or die. You force me to adapt - but remember... it's a little thing that means an awful lot - and if you'd..." she stops, and then... "Someday, if you'll listen, I'll tell you why it triggers me like it does."

A beat, and then a nod, as her hand falls from his arm, and she turns to start picking up the mess of folders she'll spend hours reorganizing and her - hopefully not destroyed - computer.

[Daniel] "Arguments like that lead to the Wyrm, kinswoman." His teeth flash on every word. "Many a good Garou have danced down the Spiral telling themselves they are adapting, that they must to win. Tradition is all we have left. If we sacrifice ourselves in the winning, then there is no point.

"As for your name, you will earn that back as you've earned everything else." Black eyes swing back to Leyna, narrowed, without an ounce of pity or remorse. "Now take care of this mess you've asked to be entrusted with."


[i gotta head to bed, guys! i'll wait around for responses, but then i'm crashing. thanks for the play!]

[Leyna Stidolph] Leyna was proud, like any Fenrir should be. She was courageous to the point of stupidity like so many other Fenrir. She was a warrior, no not born true, but she was a warrior nonetheless. Like all Fenrir. Strength was proven far more than with physical prowess, strength shown in the face of death and not willing to yield or bow. No matter what they did to her, Leyna had conquered. They could beat her, they could kill her, but never will she bow or yield to them. Not over something she believed was right.

It did not matter what Izzy's other crimes were, or where she might have slighted the other Fenrir, those things did not matter to the small sickly looking in. What mattered to her was Izzy's right to be called as she desired. If she did not like being called Kinswoman, than it should be respected.

She would take that conviction to the grave.

His little temper tantrum, his display of physical worth meant shit to the kinfolk. Sure he could kill her, so could many other things, but she would not cow. Not to him or anyone else. She was the daughter of the mountain, she survived slavery, she survived beatings, she survived being wyrm bait, she had survived every fucking thing that was thrown at her. She did it with honor and pride, she did it with courage and dignity. One fuck head wasn't going to make her fall to her knees.

Her conviction was set.

Daniel would pay...Even if Moira tried to move Leyna, the kinfolk would not budge. She just stared Daniel down unafraid and unyielding to him. There was something different about Leyna compared to the others, just the way she stared at Daniel... nearly hovering herself over Moira, protectively. She was a feral creature.

She did not move, did not bat her eyelashes. At all times Daniel was in her line of sight. When he spoke... it just made her teeth grind together. She wanted to bare her teeth and snarl at the Garou... but she didn't.

She just waited there until he left.

[Izzy Montoya] Her teeth grind together again as she stops and simply looks at him. There's something in her gaze, something raw, something wounded when he looks at her this time when he doesn't even... but it's closed off once again, shuttered away almost as instantly as it arrived.

She'd tried.

She'd done everything he asked - and she tried. It's not the first time either - she did the day after he beat her, and still she tried again.

It won't happen a third time.

She says nothing else to him, but to Leyna. "Don't you fucking dare get me put on fucking lockdown again. Get. Out. Side." And then she just scoops up the papers and files, the photos ruined by spilled beer, the mess he's made of even more of her life tonight. Silent again. Seething.

[hurt]

[Moira Murray] (grumbles at internet)

[Moira Murray] Moira does not move from her crouched position on the floor. She stays beside Leyna, in case Daniel made any further motions towards them again. She settles her eyes on his back, just glaring at him as Izzy is telling her to take Leyna outside.

[Leyna Stidolph] Leyna snorted out, still in pain but she wasn't going to show it to anyone. Why that would be just down right unfathomable. She worked her way outside... Izzy was pissed at her and would more than likely never forgive her.

That was the way the cookie crumbled.

Leyna would more than likely be hated by all the other Fenrir and yet she couldn't care at the moment. She opened the door out to the back and slipped outside.

The cold air did not feel comfortable on sore lungs.

[Izzy Montoya] She scrubs her hands over her face, briefly, once Daniel has gone, and then to Moira. "I don't even have his fuckin' number - do you?"

The Jarl, one would assume. She start to shove the files and folders into her briefcase. She'll sort it out at home. And then. "Would you make sure she doesn't bolt while I get this shit together? If I don't get her to the motherfuckin Jarl, it's my ass, not hers."