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"I'll find my own way home. Not sure I trust you in a hold now. Might have me locked up for saving a kitten" Siv goes another way

Stomping louder than she would normally

Jessica, seated on the bike,, exhales and rubs her temples and eyes.... well, her face, really.

With a glance upwards for strength, she pulls out her phone and dials a number that can contact Fenix and other freeholds as needed.

Diego answers "Fontaine is tending to our guest"

"Thank you. Can you ask Sir Buce to come track me down? My sister's stalked off and I'd like him to come walk with her."

She swings her left off the bike and starts walking it in the direction Siv went.

(As she speaks)

"Of course. Are you two okay? She seemed angry and you don't sound pleased"

"It's complicated. I'm walking...." and she provides approximate location and direction of travel as she (tries to) follow Siv.

Oh geez... some sort of dive/sports bar combo

A soft groan, but she keeps her distance.

Jessica has been here before. Rough crowd. TVs play Futbol

pool tables

and drinks and fights

Jess watches gloomily while Siv... enters?

She already has it sounds like "Mi Llamo siv, mi gusto un bebida alcohólica " Yep. Siv' voice in there

Jess just shakes her head, waiting outside (and maybe a bit out of the way). She calls Buce back and lets him know where she is.

Buce shows up, and bows "miloth, Most Countable, you did summon?"

"Thank you for coming, Sir Buce. My sister, Siv, is inside." She indicates. "I was hoping you might, um, happen upon her? Hang out? She's courting House Fiona....... up in Missouri. Um."

"I see... I should tell thee, fairest of trolls, when I romance, I romance with every fiber in my mane, a damsel deserves no less"

Then, straightening his half cloak, he wanders in

Jess watches, sighs, and then walks the bike away a little before she hops on and starts it.

And takes herself to a tattoo parlor.

And sure enough, she finds it's closed, but she has the key..and sees a figure in it

She taps.

The door oopens "Hello

"

And he motions to her to come in

She does. "Hey."

She glances around.

It looks clean, but there are sheets over some chairs and things to keep dust off.

"Sorry, place is pretty dead lately"

"No, understandably. It's only responsible." She hands him the gun. Then the bullets.

He takes them and blinks "Interesting. I feel somewhat bad for I have no gift for you in return"

She looks confused, then catches on and chuckles. "Don't." She tells him about the condor, the attack-interrupted, the injured man.... and the cold iron.

"Shit" He pours her a coffee after putting the gun away, "These mortals were given cold iron and a target? That's as serious as it gets for our kind."

And he looks at her wound "I see you did not escape the cut

"

On her wrist there is a wound.. not enough to keep her from using her weapon, but it aches

"Before you put that away... what?" She glances. "Oh. Yeah. That stings."

"Jessica, you need tender care on that wound, it's cold iron, it won't heal easily' He frowns and begins to tend to the wound "This will have to do for now" Using alcohol to clean out the wound and then wrapping it in a clean cloth

She hisses at the alcohol's bite.

"Infection is bad, any bits or slivers of cold iron not getting flushed out? Worse" Despite his firm stance, he takes her hand once he's done and kisses the finger tips "So you got rid of the cold iron, gave me the gun, and thier target may recover however slowly thanks to the rescue. Well done"

"Thank you."

Yeah, something still bothers her.

He settles takes a spot next to her, "For someone who saved a life and caught some terrible men, you seem less celebratory than I thought you would"

"Siv is here. Was there."

"Yes, And? was she hurt?"

"No. Almost. She can't... she can't take cold iron. Then she had the gall to get pissed at me."