When Eliina had been younger she had spent too many hours imagining what possible fate could have come to her brothers. Spending any amount of time in that place they'd been taken too and even more hours with Lorenzo had opened the door to too many possible paths her brothers could have taken. Nearly all of them were less than desirable.
But in all her imagining she'd never had much of a chance to do much more than that. Lorenzo kept it so, not wanting her to actually know anything of her family, instead preferring to tease her with false bits of information, boons for being a good little girl. She'd had in reality given up almost all hope of every truly finding out. The investigator had been almost a final hope.
In all the tumult of actually having seen her brother it wasn't until his glasses were sliding back on that she the exact details of his eyes were truly noted. Were. Cat like. She knew more than her fair share about the supernatural world, while she might not be able to sniff or sense them out she knew the eyes of a were who had held their shape perhaps a bit too long. The information was cataloged away, not forgotten but not asked about now.
"No," Eliina said simply. She had never been a fan of it, but she had never been in a position to question it. Perhaps the next city she moved to she'd change it. If she changed careers... but now it was far too difficult to remove it from her professional life.
Eliina's brows puckered slightly when Taavi refused to speak of Jerzy taking him entirely off the table. What to do with that... she wasn't certain. One look at him and she knew he was a cautious person, he had to be to have lived this long coming out of where they had. She wanted to believe that was the only reason for not mentioning more. She herself should probably take note of his actions, not lay all her cards so bare... but she couldn't seem to help it. The not yet though, it sparked a hope in her that he at least knew... knew something about their baby brother. "Fair enough," Eliina said slowly, even if she didn't like it.
She had entirely forgotten about her plans the minute Taavi had come into view. The dinner that she was supposed to be on her way too, already a good half hour late... gone. And she could care less. She looked down at the dress that she had begrudgingly donned and frowned. "It doesn't matter," she finally said. What mattered more was talking to him. The senior partner would have to understand that she had the stomach flu or some other such excuse. To hell with his pissiness.
She turned slowly looking at the door to her condo. Should she insist on the bar around the corner, a neutral place to talk... she was too tired to put up with that though and the key was stuck into the lock and the door opened. Eliina held it open and indicated inside with her free hand. "I don't know about you but I need a drink if we're doing this. Have a seat and what is your poison?"