Lane took the keys.  He was being precious about things, but she knew what this all was. An exchange. Fiora had planned to hold his daughter, so she might very well decide she wanted to hold him instead. She kissed him back and slid the keys into her pocket as she got out of the car, locking it as they both began to head toward the restaurant.<br/><br/>She could feel the magic in the air and as she caught sight of Fiora, it was easy to sense where it came from. There was something else odd about it though, the glamour she used. Lane had been shit with recognizing glamours before, but whatever switches James had messed with, it had altered the way she perceived magic on a level that was hard to ignore. Valkyries chose the slain, they were the judges called by Odin and Freyja to fill their armies in the end times. Lane did not let her gaze linger too long the woman, but she knew this was a carefully chosen mask.<br/><br/>She should have been intimidated, or scared at least, but Lane felt none of those emotions. There was concern for James, but beyond that, for some reason, the woman in front of her did not inspire fear in her. Still, best to play up as if she was scared or worried, rather than let this so-called queen think Lane recognized they might be on more even footing than the woman realized. "The witch with a little bit of Scandinavian heritage." Lane wondered if Fiora had met any of the old gods of the Norse folk, their lands were not so distant. Lane played it off for now, as if whatever James had awakened was nothing.<br/><br/>The hair Fiora chose to pull did not remain between her fingers for long. Even if she was nothing more than a witch, Lane knew it was bad practice to let someone else have your hair. She wiggled her fingers and the hair turned to ember and then to dust, landing in ash on the table. Lane was not about to let her use it to divine her lineage or for some other purpose, since that was likely what she was intent on.  Fiora knew there was power, but she did not need to know what kind of power.<br/><br/>Lane settled at the table and she was about to answer the Queen's question, when the other guests arrived. The blond woman arched an eyebrow as Nora sat down on the table. There was a man with her, but he was not someone Lane really recognized, though he was more than a man... Nora had mentioned doing odd jobs for someone now and then, though she was vague on the details, per usual. Nora gestured for them to continue, looking at her companion. It was the first time Lane had seen Nora with a man since Will died, and something about it felt...odd.<br/><br/>"Mia. I did what you asked, the book will no longer be accessible to James and as such. We want to discuss Mia's release from your care." Lane said, as calmly as she could. "I will let James speak for himself, but I find myself slightly disappointed to be caught up in all of this, so I'm sure we can come to some kind of arrangement. You must have sought me out for a reason, yes?"