Mom. The word made Roxy's heart ache. She often thought her life would have been different if her mom hadn't died when she was born. But she would never know for sure. Roxy shrugged. Her face blank. She had learned young to hide her emotions. Just looking at her no one would know what she was thinking of feeling. She had no idea how she would feel with Jess' mom here but the empath needed to be with her family. She shrugged. [color=blue]It's your place to. Have whoever you want to over."[/color]

Roxy threw one of the knives in her hand across the room to the target. Despite the odd angle the knife hit the target and embedded itself into the fabric. It wasn't a throw alot of people could make. But Roxy had been throwing knives for years. She almost always hit her target. She knew what shots she could make. She didn't throw her knives unless she knew that she had a good chance of hitting her mark. [color=blue]"Just let me know when and I will close the shop."[/color]