[b][u]Eva, Andre, Rachel[/u][/b]

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"Get. Off."

The room stopped, the Elders off to the side huddling together silent and staring, as the Baroness of Los Angeles stood like a sentinel just behind both Hector and Michelle. Andre stood just to the side of Hector, Rachel standing further off to the side of Michelle--far enough where a raging Garou wouldn't be able to immediately swipe at her. The small army of roughs standing outside the Lounge silent, and staring into the establishment through the front windows, focusing on Hector, focusing on the Baroness, and waiting for Andre to make a signal. 

Hector removed himself, Eva stepping in between the offender and the Garou just a beat slower than the sound barrier, her eyes on the Garou, her back to the dead man. "Andre, remove this creature." 

Up and out Hector went, the Brujah battlemaster shoving Hector through the front door with no more than a, "Bye Felicia!" That left Hector and his bloodied mouth staring at a group of black and silver clad badass Brujah having already encircled him, more of them than the twenty that had been standing in front of the Lounge just moments before. A single beat of beatless hearts, and the beatdown began just outside the Lounge.

Most in the Lounge didn't see it; most sets of eyes were on the Baroness and the Garou. Eva smiled, cool, calm. "Rachel."

The small Ventrue nearly jumped, telling whoever was on the phone to 'hold on a second', "Yes?"

"See to our damaged friend, here, please."

Rachel blinked, and swallowed, hard. Looking up at Michelle, her eyes the size of saucers as she muttered quickly into the iPhone, "Call you back." The phone dissappeared into a pocket, Eva and Andre already back at the back booth, Gwen still staring from her seat in the back booth, whispering something to Eva. Something Eva only smiled at.

"Um, here," Rachel reached for the bar, finding Henry standing there, offering a clean white towel. Her eyes thanking Henry with more emphasis than the mouthed [i]Thank you[/i] before she turned back to the big bad wolf. "Our apologies for the rudeness of the offending party," spoken like a lawyer, spoken with nerves, spoken like an awkward fish out of water and in much more dangerous waters. "Um, here! For your...uh, wound." Rachel handed Michelle the towel, on tippy toes and trying to get a better look at the wound, difficult as the scent of that blood made thinking straight. "If you'd like to sit and discuss ways for the Barony to make this situation right?"

Spoken as the brawl outside began to rage.