We Don't Want To Anger Morven

[Morven]

Morven’s stare was unrelenting, brows raised at the challenge of her words, waiting to see what he would do. Carpenter was welcome to be the idiot who went for the door. But a knock interrupted. She swore under her breath, visibly annoyed, though she did yank her feet off the table when Karim al’Shadis let himself in. She had no right to be here beyond the right she gave herself, which did not seem to dampen her confidence any. She stood, arms folded and feet planted like she intended to be the one to bat the Dominion away from pestering them. Karim might be Michael’s favourite, but as their Commander had made clear to her, she was not in their hierarchy at all. These days she took full advantage of the uncertainty. The men didn’t know what to make of her. But often they listened, like it was a reflex.

“And where’s Michael?” she demanded, when it became clear what al’Shadis was here for, and who waited just outside. For a moment she looked like she might storm out the door in search of Vellas herself. But the tongue lashing could wait. At least until this shit show was over with. Talk about fucking ambush.

She shot Jay a glare, just to remind him what she said about refusing to heal his own stupidity. And sat back down. She remained silent for the rest of the brief exchange, until al’Shadis turned and opened the door to admit those outside. Leweski. And the Mexican diplomat.

She didn't watch Jay for his reaction. She wasn’t his babysitter. But she was on his side – these boys were her brothers. It was why she stayed.

Her eyes appraised the newcomer, chin titled with a fearless sort of protectiveness. That was on principle, not because Amengual had done anything wrong beyond being born into the wrong family. It seemed the introduction was for her benefit by the way he held her gaze, and in other circumstances the priority of his attention might have been nice. Her own paused to roam the inky palette of bruising spreading across his cheek.

“Morven,” she supplied, offering little else of her identity, as he finally swept by.