[b]Ranch House, Location Unknown[/b]

Mina wanted to tell him to sit down. 

She wanted to wipe that moral-superior, judgmental attitude off of his face with the back of her hand, and scream, [i]"Do you think I like this?"[/i] He had some nerve for someone who had been dragged across the Ash and looked after for weeks, to wake up and start making demands; as if some boy too young to even legally buy spray-paint back in Erubesco would have the [i]right[/i] to "assess" anything. 

And Larke was his "good friend." 

That hurt; a distinct, bitter surprise that stuck in her throat. She did not know how he knew Larke, but Drake did not know the man like she did. Arguably, nobody living knew the man like she did. And here he stood, presuming to be the only one with a stake in the matter. [i]"You cannot fathom what I let that man drag me through,"[/i] she wanted to say, and pull out the laundry list of every damn time she had pulled him out of the fire in his life. 

But she took a deep breath. Because "Do no harm" included not screaming at recently ressurected minors. 

[color=#C4B14D]"I dunno how you know Larke,"[/color] she said, moving in between Drake and the office door. [color=#C4B14D]"But I do know that he's... He's different than he used to be, okay? I know him too. Known him for a long long time... But he, ah... He showed up, armed to the teeth, meaning to do us all harm. Tried to take Hel away. He's not who he- Well, who he's been."[/color]

It probably was not her call to make, at this point, but Drake was a stubborn ass. He'd get up there sooner or later, and the last thing Dutch needed was another hole in the roof to patch. 

[color=#C4B14D]"I'll take you up, but there's one condition, alright? You won't like what's up there, but you [i]will not[/i] do anything about it until you've come back down and talked to the lot of us about it. It's easy to call 'wrong is wrong' when you weren't the one he tried to to knife. So you're gonna hear us out, and we're gonna make choices as a group. We clear?"[/color]