Isiea raises an eyebrow. But she doesn't say anything.

" calm down Ash. Its not like we want to be here. "

He stared at them coldly, no traces of warmth or friendliness on his face. He began moving the piles of the dead Iron fey, and dumping them outside. He worked quickly and silently, not looking at any of them, almost feverish in his desire to get them out. When the bodies were cleared away, he grabbed the bottle of wine from the trunk and retired to a far corner, brooding into the glass. His entire posture screamed leave me the hell alone.

She stands and goes over to him.

He ignored her.

She hesitates for a long moment. "Can I talk to you real quick?"

"About?"

"Privately?" There's a faint tone of urgency to her voice.

He stares at the wine a little longer before... "Fine. Make it quick."

She heads outside, at a slightly quicker pace than normal.