She wanted to hug her daughter tightly and just be grateful she was all right. In this horrible excuse for a time, anything could have happened to her. But she had something to deal with first. Obviously she couldn't do anything to the driver with Aurora looking on. Even she wasn't that cold. So she merely leaned into the window of the car and hissed a threat, telling the driver to wait in the living room. Jim's boys could take care of him from there. Oh, they'd leave plenty for him. They always did. But he wasn't going anywhere.
Stepping away from the car, she offered her daughter a smile, looking her over. "You okay, sweetie?" she asked, finally reaching out to pull the girl in for a quick hug. There were few people Emma showed such generous affection to. Jim, because he'd broken through her defenses and made her love him despite them. And Aurora. She'd missed out on all those opportunities with Henry, she wouldn't lose it again.
The girl looked a year or two older than she remembered, but nothing drastic. Not like the whiners on the online boards who were freaking out because their children hadn't existed, or had been babies. No, this she could deal with. "You understand, right?" she said, looking down into those big blue eyes with concern. "About your dad and who he is right now?" Not the criminal mastermind part. They'd tell her eventually. No, just that Jim Moriarty hadn't had a child yet, here. He hadn't even kissed her mother. Big difference.