Bronwyn started to smile at Mal's comment, then froze abruptly. Tara noticed immediately.<br/>"What's up?" she asked, frowning. Malachai pushed himself away from the wall, eyes narrowed.<br/>"Nothin'." Bronwyn said, setting her beer on the small table. "But I'm afraid there's somethin' I'll be needin' to tend to."<br/>"Right now?" Tara asked. Did she look disappointed? Bronwyn wondered at that for a moment, then heard the soft call once more.<br/>"Aye. My apologies, lass. I mean no disrespect to yer hospitality." Bronwyn said, crossing the room to the door. She heard the soft crunch of footsteps on the roof of the building, the sound much too faint for any human to hear.<br/>"Well, ok then." Tara said, clearly bewildered at Bronwyn's sudden departure.<br/>"I'll see ya again soon." Bronwyn muttered, distracted, then disappeared through the door. She glanced around, then jumped straight up, catching the edge of the roof and hauling herself up easily. Lex stood a few feet away, pacing impatiently.<br/>"Took you long enough." he snapped.<br/>"Dona be takin' yer frustration out on me, brother." Bronwyn snapped back. "I answered yer call."<br/>"Yeah, you did." he said, the closest he would get to an apology. His eyes were black fire blazing with fury. "I need you."<br/>"Lead the way."