Piper scowled at Chris as he spoke. Everything he said and did and the way he did all of it annoyed her the more time she spent around him. So she was happy to give Carver her attention instead as he spoke. Both men were intense: the aura of irritation that surrounded Chris was palpable and Carver radiated ominousness. The vagueness of his words only added to that, and Piper's brows furrowed together as she continued to watch the two men. Carver seemed intent on pulling Chris even further into this investigation, and she realized she was pretty much already there. Her scowl remained but she watched Carver now, curious. 

Her eyes followed as he picked up the picture, to which she shifted uncomfortably and they dropped. And then he posed the question: what [i]did[/i] she intend to do? She drew in a breath, fingers raising to play with the zipper of her plain jumpsuit. There was a lot of places she was hoping this whole thing would take her: which vampire turned her mother, which slayer staked her, are either alive, would she want to let them live? The questions she had her whole life suddenly seemed solvable if she put in the effort. But [i]what[/i] would that be? How could she vocalize it? 

"Well we can't let this...keep happening," she said, insistent on keeping her most personal motivations to herself. "I want to stop it. Whatever 'it' is." How she or they would seemed like another question to tackle, and the thought had her narrowing her gaze at Carver. "What are you going to do? What's your plan in all this?" 

[@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@RedXCross]