Under New Management

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone Lily watches the their verbal spar with narrowed gaze, which is convenient because they both seem to have forgotten she’s still there. Funny how that happens - first with Sam and Remi, now with Phoebe and… this old dude. For a moment, she thinks to do either one of two things: leave or go into the back room and make it very clear that that is her space and if he wants to keep his knees, he’ll do well to stay away. But then things start to turn a little uglier as accusations fly; and for once the redhead doesn’t live up to her reputation. She has her own opinions about the matter and knows the truth will be found out, but this arguing doesn’t help, and she doesn’t take kindly to men using aggressive as a derogatory term towards women. She steps forward and places a hand on Phoebe’s shoulder. “And you are ignorant of us, it seems. I’ve never seen you and I’ve lived here all of Deepfrost. So as far as Bastien’s death is concerned, this is my place now.” She takes another step forward, arms crossed over her chest. “I do not know you. Anyone could come in here and call themselves a disciple of Safrin and try to take control of things. You expect me to take your word for it? We don’t even know your name.” She shakes her head slowly back and forth. “Please leave. Or I’m afraid I will have to go get someone much bigger and stronger to make you.” Like Deimos. Or Lucas. The stranger will have to do better than this if he's going to convince them he's in charge now. merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye