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Roxanna stepped back into the main room. Her hair was still wet from the pool and she was toting a blue bathing suit and a long cotton towel. She held a solemn look on her face as she walked inside, a bit of tension in her eyes. She'd had enough of listening for the mean time. The weight of everything she overheard bearing down hard on her shoulders.

She moved towards the kitchen, not bothering to hide her intentions as she opened the liqueur cabinet and began shuffling through the items to find her preferred selection.

Roxanna glanced at Sam. She wanted to let out a noise of frustration, but instead held it in, her hand clamping around the towel as she used it to absorb some of the drops of water still falling from her hair. "It's late afternoon, Samuel. And you aren't one to be talking much, are you?"

She bit down on her lip and picked out a fancy labeled bottle written in French, along with one of Marcus's crystal glasses. "Sorry. I shouldn't snap. Things are just tense."

She moved over to the counter, placing the glass on top. "Has Jeffery come back at all?"

Lou looked to Roxanna, waiting for the others to finish before he spoke.
"Do you want me to find him? Worry is natural. I can bring either him, or news concerning him, back."

Roxanna groaned slightly as she downed the liquid in her glass. She savored the burn, glad of the soft numbing that followed. "I was afraid of that," She said in response to Jarred.

she glanced towards the room wit the television, noticing Jarred's smile, "You seem oddly cheery about it....and oddly cheery in general."

"Hmm, maybe later, Lou. Give the man some time to steam. He may end up coming back himself, who knows." Roxanna shrugged, "or he could be pissed off enough not to bother with us again, but that'd be somewhat surprising."

Roxanna placed her glass back against the counter, "Oh yes, I'd have told you. By the way, things are going poorly. Kat and the others might have gotten some additional help, might. We won't know until sometime tomorrow. It's also been eerily quiet elsewhere. I don't like quiet. At least not when it's the type before the storm."

She raised her eyebrow, glancing over to Sam, "Are you all right?"

"Can't recall where it was, or what it was," Roxanna admitted with a soft sigh, "However there was a good amount dishwater and dish noises, I assume it was a restaurant of sorts." She felt a smile tug at her lips but held it back. "Cooped up, Jarred?"

"as for you Sam, that does complicate things indeed. But it can be dealt with. At least the cops on your tail aren't going to shoot you. Unless they're on the other side, of course." Roxanna gave her glass a small flick with her finger, listening to the small pinging sound before she stepped away from the counter. "Hopefully Kat and the rest are on their way back."

"I should say so. Laying low isn't as much fun as I thought." Jarred smiled, though it dimmed as he glanced over at Lou. "Trading himself? What the hell are they doing over there?"