"You earned that one Braig." And Sheeva, his protector, was HAPPILY TEARING A NAPKIN TO SHREDS OMG!

And then Darlene's phone rang. Aya glared across the room balefully before going to pick it up off the table by the door. "Hello? Yes Kyle, I'm fine. I was in the middle of...oh. Good, glad your place is okay. No, I'm really fine, Traver and I are talking things out. No Kyle, he hasn't gotten any threats recently, geez, drop that already!"