Dante gave her quite a haughty sniff when she snapped at him. Just because one of them couldn't keep their shit together didn't mean the other needed to fall apart.
Black's blocking had been a rather rushed job, and they could only hope he didn't pick at that mental wall. There was no telling the damage it might cause him. So if they were going to do this to Fiona, they needed to take their time. "It'll take some time," he murmured, already thinking of several tomes that would have some relevant information. He'd snatched a handful of hair for the DNA and neural component for Max; Fiona's hair alongside her blood would probably be a better catalyst.
Shit, this was a really good idea. Why hadn't he come up with it sooner? True, he wouldn't have anyone to help shoulder his current burden, but he was willing to put the weight of the world on himself to help her. That's what good men did.
Dante's concentration changing course, Martini's hamster-ball-shield-barrier started to come down, holes wearing at it like it was aging through time. This was actually a fascinating plan, he'd have to pull up some charts, maybe even see if there was any truth in phrenology. "This is smart. I have to look into it a bit, so just redirect their questions toward them if they ask. So long as they're talking about themselves, or about," he waved a hand through the space of the car, "all this, they'll be distracted. I can be ready by next week. If you're still willing to." He sounded quite confident in his ability to throw brick walls up between the folds of her mind. Was smiling softly at the challenge of it.