The door to the lair would be slammed open, a less than pleased Fiona stomping her way in. Her heels could have broken the concrete if she chose to, and she came to a halt before the already gathered group. Taking in a deep breath, she mentally counted to five before placing her hands on her hips. Her blue eyes scanned the group in front of her, and she let out a small whine of annoyance. Admittedly, Fiona had little contact with a majority of the group since her wedding, and even that was a little much in her opinion considering how drunk a certain someone got.

Inhaling through her nose, she shook her head as she tried to think of what to say, though the glaring pinkness of the room was super distracting. "[color=red]If there's a way to take care of the situation without getting me involved, I would greatly appreciate it,[/color]" She said, not bothering to ask what was happening.