#* faye

Clearly, Faye was speaking to the absence of her brother. The round up after the fire fight beyond the docks of the family warehouse had inevitably blown up - quite literally. The debris still clinging to dark tresses as each small scratch she now wore, oozed crimson into the cloth Faye used to dab at her wounds. “He what?” Something beyond fury settled in the thick of her throat as she cast onyx hues back towards the rising smoke. “What do you mean, he went back for me?”  A concept that... altogether didn’t make sense when one took into account all that Jack was plenty capable of, and yet... when one knew exactly how inseparable Jack and Milo were, made perfect sense. She pressed back against the doctor’s touch, immediately checking the chamber of her weapon and snapping the clip back in place, “If I’m not back here in twelve minutes with Milo..--- Call Isaak.”