Caitriona arched a brow on her blank face, the only reaction ever really shown, as she tossed a dagger to the idiot who killed Chase.  Otherwise, she seemed immovable, and ice cold, including her green eyes.  She looked around, noting that there were others in the forge with her..  At least one seemed to be there for an actual reason, needing his blade fixed, she nodded to the table, "Set it there, put your name on it.  It'll be ready for pick up in three days," she told him in her typically flat voice, alto pitched so it was somewhat low, but not masculine.<br/><br/>She looked around at everyone else, eye practically throwing ice daggers as they scanned the room, "If you are not here to work or to put something on the table that needs to be fixed, you need to get out.<i>Now</i>," she said.  Then she moved toward the one who killed her blacksmith, her left hand glowing and something sharp formed, "Who in the hells are you and why did you kill him?" she said as she advanced in a lethal predatory way.