Well, somehow she expected this. Things always were busy around these people, weren't they? Her fingers continued their gentle dancing across the strings of her harp. She'd been away for a bit, and she just wanted to catch up with [I]someone,[/I] but it didn't seem like that would be happening. 

A flaring temper caught get ear, and she couldn't help herself, "you know, threats of violence aren't really the best way to resolve personal conflicts. Tends to escalate things, really." Aah, but wasn't Lazarus always so protective?