Government conspiracies were somehow an easier thought than alternate dimensions and super powers. But, the thought her children had been under attack from what was...not their own government...well, by this point, Tamira was half-accepting all this in her head and no matter the truth was, this was the most solid lead she'd had to the whereabouts of Sean and Jenna in two years. Her first reaction was to find them and hug and make sure they were alright.
Yet, if all this was true, then Jenna wasn't alright and wouldn't be again.
"Apology accepted. And it wasn't that you sounded callous or dismissive. But, anyone can name drop. Go to a charity fundraiser and you'll hear a lot of people drop a lot of names and half of them have never even been in the same room before."
"Names are currency," another young, dark haired man interjected almost lazily.
Tamira nodded her agreement. It wasn't what she did. But, she saw enough of it done at work. Still, there was nothing to be gained in belaboring the point and her gut was telling her these men didn't mean her any harm, regardless of the truth about her family's whereabouts. So, she took the young man, Troy's, hand and stood up, smiling a little because they'd always said Sean got his father's looks and his mother's spirit, while Jenna was Daddy's little girl who looked like her mother. "Now you sound just like Sean," she told him, "always wanting to show off what he'd learned."