Per kept Rusco in the corner of her eye, feeling the tension in the air and waiting to see what he was gonna hit these two with for fighting. She could feel him suck in a breath, about to start in, when the sound of footsteps echoed into the warehouse. The whole room turned and found Dog jogging in. He reached them and reported his findings, and Per watched Rusco deflate carefully. Dog was probably the favorite member, and a win for him always calmed Rusco. He handed the money over and she watched him thumb it, estimating the amount. What she could've done if that money was in her hands was unimaginable. Rusco shoved it into his pocket and far from her reach, and moved on to scold the other men. If she had the guts, she might have given him a look, even said something, about not being allowed to do anything but sit on her ass and suck dick - but that was not her place and she knew it. Besides, this shithole was a hell of a lot better than the one Rusco found her in, she was in no position to complain.

Rusco nodded to her and she offered the freezing bag in her hands up to the first taker, Tito. She had never spoken to him and he had never said much to her, and it was clear that wasn't about to change. He took the ice like she wasn't even there, and shuffled away like a spoiled kid who had just been told he couldn't get candy. A few others followed him on his way, and the room emptied a bit. Per glanced at Orren, still dripping blood, and moved back to the kitchen for more ice. She wasn't one for cleaning up other asshole's messes, but she couldn't revolt against this any more than she could anything else. She did what Rusco told her to and she didn't fuck up, and she got to live another day. Which was good enough for her.

She snatched up the ice and shut the top, turning around and finding him staring at her. She didn't know him, probably hadn't said more than five words to him in the last few months, but he hadn't said anything to her either. All she knew about him was that he had a flash temper and was Dog's little brother. So she didn't say a thing, didn't give him a look, didn't do anything about it. There was a reason the guys didn't talk to her, didn't look at her for too long, didn't sit too close to her. They were afraid, of what Rusco might do to them. So they stayed away from her - and there wasn't any other way she'd want it. She crossed the room and grabbed a rag, and then made her way back over to Orren. He was rubbing his neck and not meeting her eyes, and as angry as she had seen him get before he didn't look like any sort of threat now. But they never did, did they? She reached up and pushed the ice to his eye and the rag against his nose, trying to avoid the scarlet river flowing down his chin. She held it for a moment, waiting for him to take it from her, but he made no such movement. She watched him, waiting for any movement. "...You gonna take it?" she asked quietly.