Cormac exhaled long and low, a grumpy expression crossing his face. "I guess we can call the MLE," he conceded, nose wrinkling. He'd frankly much rather kill the bastards himself, but vigilante justice wasn't the best option, or the most legal one. "But they'd better clean up this mess."
He squeezed her shoulder, pressing his lips to the top of her head. "We'll go do something that's stress-relieving once we get all this settled. Maybe find you something harmless to blow up. Godric, I'm glad you're all right."