River set her jaw. "I came to reprimand you for treating him the way the Alliance treated me. You put a needle in him. Against his will. And don't hand me the go se about what he does... this conversation is about you, not the boy you left in the lab drooling on the floor."
She watched her brother's face and smiled, darkly. "Am I next for that? Needle in my veins again, make me tell you things?"
There was a low, hard kick to the chair Simon sat on, and a flutter of soft skirt, and River's boot connected with the chair, rolling it backward to the wall. Hard.
"I've been mourning my friend. And I've been trying to offer help to someone who works with the police. But he wouldn't take it."