Re: dead guys house: des, newt, & pat
They're not alive. [Her expression was appropriately disturbed at the idea of killing a bunch of animals. Because violence and butchery was really not what she'd been proposing.] I said rest, not slaughterhouse. [She gave both boys a very what the fuck look of annoyance that whiplashed into absolute offense when Newt levitated the laptop away from her. Admittedly, she didn't know anything about computers or really how they could track her, beyond a couple of drunk nights watching CSI or whatever. She hoped now that these things could be magically taken care of, but she really need for something to be ripped away from her like that.]
I am calm. [As calm as she was going to be after losing a brother and killing a man. Her calmness should have been evident by the fact that she wasn't unintentionally magicking their life away.] I could do with you being a bit less rude. [Eyebrows to the hovering laptop.]
And I don't need to be brought anywhere. [She'd asked for help, not to have her choices taken away from her. She wasn't signed up for that at all.]