Niceties were out the window. Nobody was there to see them but her dear brother (unless he wasn't alone in there, but she didn't smell anyone else's magic. That didn't mean much though and current events erased any chance of this going smoothly. It had nothing to do with the fact that she'd waited months to even try to see him, that one trip into his bar be damned.
"Thistle," she said, her body fairly stiff a she looked up at the much taller man, her eyes much squintier than they were usually. "What in the hell is going on?"
It was much nicer than some other words she could have said. Through that small town chatter, it was impossible not to hear about their little, entirely public, fight and the moment she did, she was over here. She hadn't even gotten a chance to talk to Danny about it.
That'd come later. Whoever the woman was, she had no splattering of an idea. Oh. Damn. Were they fighting over some woman who wouldn't choose between them? Oak and Ash and Iron too.