<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">OOC: Sorry this took so long computer's been in the shop for the last week. ^_^</span><br/><br/>The second Issac started talking about the different properties of languages Clara couldn't even begin to speak she felt her eyes begin to glass over once more and had to quickly shake her head to keep from tuning him out all together. Though for an instant she couldn't help but wonder exactly how crammed pack his head to be to remember all that, when she had a hard enough time figuring out how to program her cable box to record her TV shows while she was off nearly getting killed tracking whatever item had been called to her attention.<br/><br/>Oh what a thankless life she had inherited. Though never dull and always interesting, if not mostly annoying she knew at the end of the day she'd never trade it for Jane Normal's quiet life of work, family and friends. Nope, she liked her weird world, where creatures from the beyond, below, above, over there and yonder were real. She liked having to traipse around the globe looking for evil, world ending, when it say don't touch, "Don't Fucking touch it" items. And she liked the respect her families lengthy legacy got her from most of those that came to her, and even quite a few that didn't. And she liked her odd ball, moody, looks like a crack head friend.<br/><br/>"Issac you know diagnostics go right in one ear and out the other." she muttered, rubbing her forehead to fend off the migraine she knew was coming. "Okay you don't know," she waved to him with her eyes glued to the floor while she planned out her next move based on what he'd told her thus far. "I sure as hell don't. And I really don't want to have to go back to Scotland hunting for something that may or may not be there unless I really have to. So how long would it take you to find out everything you can about everything on her, the blade, the crown and any other tidbit you happen upon? And how much to retain your services if I have to leave the country?" She asked finally looking back up and directly at him, her previous irritation with the situation gone.<br/><br/>It was all business now, and business dictated that her head be in the game and that she retain all necessary information, equipment, and even personal. And Issac was pretty much all three rolled into one. "Room, board, and travel expenses will be covered by the shop. Though if I don't need you I'm certain Mom and Pop would love for you to keep them company while I go looking. And..." Clara's a head jerked to closed door behind as blood curdling scream filled the sounded from the hall.<br/><br/>But Clara didn't even blink at the noise, instead she glared at the closed door as though she wanted to strangle the person or being that had made the sound on the other side. Even more so When her mother walked through the door, her cheeks flaming and her hand on her heart. "Let me  guess you saw a spider?" Clara growled at her mother, her hand fitted on her hips as she glared at the woman who looked so out of place in the dark temple of doom worthy room they were currently standing in.<br/><br/>"Of course not," her mother snapped at Clara looking equally by her daughter's remark. "It was a rat." she corrected with a quick shake of her.<br/><br/>"Oh my God! Mom you're dead. You've been dead for some time. You're a ghost for Christ's sake. A non-corporeal entity. It's not like a rat is going to hunt you down and eat your decaying flesh. There's nothing to eat anyway, you had me cremate your body." Clara barked at her mother indignantly.<br/><br/>"I know that!" Her mother barked back, mirroring her daughter's pose as she faced her glowering daughter. "I just don't like rats!"