The mention of the Hounds caused her to tense almost immediately, straightening as she felt a distant flash of pain, a memory she wasn't ready to face. One of her hands ran through her hair as she nodded, keeping her eyes down for a moment. "Right. And no one seems to know what the damn roses are for. Maybe if we go in with a ton of weed killer and flame throwers..." It was speculation, not totally serious.
Her eyes returned to him, then, and she noted the tension in him as well. "We'll handle it, Dean."