The suggestion of the mohawk finally softened Daisy's expression into something like warm consideration, but it was quickly overtaken as she wrestled with Alex's offer. An actual reaction was belated, because that particular sequence of words was contextually fucking void, but she did eventually raise her lip in disgust. "You couldn't do that before, right?" she had to ask, just to make sure, and very quickly dismissed the blip of suspicion at this fresh 'development'. If some fucking shapeshifter was going to pretend to be an ally, they wouldn't have crafted this fucking double bluff.
Goddamn, she had to get Fury out of her head. Moving a little slower now, she swayed her way back over to the table and her empty bottles, peering into a few that she was sure weren't dead then knocking them over in her disappointment. She had to call Druid and send him to the store before he came back from playing pretend with his nerd friends. Shit, what time was it? "You shouldn't...Sebastian shouldn't know. You shouldn't be here," she decided, finger to her temple and sure that was right but not completely sure why yet. It would come to her.