Lila had done her duty as Simms's 'wife' and sat behind him with her hands in her lap. She didn't expect to be called, or even spoken to, but she did her best to look concerned about her own fate, occasionally chewing nervously at her fingernail. It amused, her, however, the vitriol they had for Simms when in Lila's mind, someone like Marco was no better. But she supposed drugs and a mental illness were adequate excuses for shitty behavior and the murder of an innocent animal. What hypocrites. And if Erran had any brains, he would have said so, but given he was Marco's unofficial shrink, that wasn't going to happen.
So she waited as the others spoke, staring at Chase as he spoke. Another nutjob in the house who got a free pass. But really, Simms had done a poor job, choosing Juno to fuck with. Weak Juno, who did nothing but cry and play the victim that she now had a small band of protectors. Jesus Christ. He should have done his research before fucking with her. Lila rubbed her hands together, as if she were cold and wondered if she would at least get to go back to the mansion when they were done here.