Yes, Thistle. Be condescending. That will help, she thought. Chrys followed him a few steps, leaving some space in between them and watched as he started making the tea. This was probably going to take a while, so she decided why not? “Sure. I’ll take some.” It’d probably soothe her nerves some, though she wanted to stay angry. It wasn’t going to fix it that quickly.
“Are you not going to tell me what’s going on or am I going to have to drag it out of you?” She was short yes, but she packed a lot of power in that word punch. “Danny? Really?”
She guessed now that he probably didn’t even know she knew him, or that they were friendly. That didn’t matter. Civilized people didn’t get into a fist fight where everyone could see them. Not unless they thought they had something to prove.