Mac was just as steamed about this random-ass meeting as Saga was, but when Saga was in the room, Mac was the cold, silent muscle, letting her leader do all the outward bitching.
Mac simply held a pissed off expression, her arms crossed over her body, the black leather of her biker jacket conforming nicely to her curvaceous shape. She also had on her black leather riding gloves, black jeans, and red knee-high, steel toed boots. Under her gloves were brass knuckles, and in her jacket were knives and guns, all just in case.
She stayed behind Saga, flanking her leader's right side, the side she belonged. Savage may be the one known best for violence, but he'd never be Saga right-hand man. That place was reserved solely for Mac, and her cold expression combined with her wardrobe showed it to everyone else in the room.