Mackenzie waited for Micky's reply, but acknowledged the fact that the visitor - by now he would be defined as that - had spoken to her. "That's right", was her quick answer to his question about her being the beta. She them turned her attention to Micky.<br/><br/>The way the girl frowned made clear she didn't appreciate being called "mom" in such a light mood. It was obvious from her expression she was losing whatever little patience she had.<br/><br/>When Micky mentioned going to his room, the Beta blocked his path. Obviously he could just slide past her, but it was more of a symbolic gesture so he knew he was to stay where he was. "No. You'll be right here and listen", she stated, dead serious. "One, I'm not your mom. You'd be have a much better behavior if you were my son. Two, this is our house. At least for you and me, it's the only thing we have that's close to home. And I would like to keep it safe. Three, you have been smashing car windows again. Damn, Micky, I wanna keep your ass safe and out of jail, but you need to help me out here. Four...". The girl's eyes went down to the piece of paper and she picked up. "That's good", she remarked, holding it out for him.<br/><br/>The girl licked her lips and took a look at Arthur, only now picking up what was going on. "Boss... you sure?", she completed, feeling like she had been speaking more on a day than she usually did for a whole week.