So, uh, tag

He didn't have to wait long. His aunt was there in a flash with two companions in tow. Her question surprised him and it showed on his face. "Uhhh..." Jupiter glanced down at Nuada. How functional did he want her? That was an excellent question. "She just beat up a passel of our wolves," 'Our' was a strange word to roll off his tongue. "So alive and sellable, I guess, but if you feel like wiring anything shut, cutting anything off or, I dunno, taking a nap halfway through surgery, I don't think anyone would object." There. Let Torrent decide how much work she wanted to put into her.

Jupiter shrugged. He didn't have much invested in this woman. They'd been friends as kids and that had been enough to make him friendly at their reunion, but her weirdness had been one hell of a turn off and now this? He just wanted her quiet and then gone to minimize the amount of damage his image was taking in Fireside. The owner of a crazed groupie was not something he wanted to be known for. "Oh," he remembered a message from Tyrian. "I'm supposed to hang around if you need me."