Boyd petted Hannah's hair as she spoke, but despite the soothing, affectionate gesture her anger was building with each word the other woman spoke. If she wasn't on the outs with the Family, she would have picked up the phone and ordered the woman hit. If she was alive, that was. "She still alive?" she asked Hannah then, fingers sliding through blonde silk. Boyd was fiercely loyal, despite a sweet naivete that got her in a world of trouble, and hurting someone who had hurt Hannah like that wouldn't be beyond her. "How'd you get out, sugar?" she asked, though she knew the answer; in her heart, she knew.
Her worry for her friend was enough, in that moment, to eclipse everything else entirely.