<span style="font-style: italic">The woman holds the girl and gently strokes the back of her neck. She would be doing the same thing in her situation. "It's okay sweetie. Ethan won't let anything happen to you. It's perfectly okay to cry." Her husband rises to make a ice pack for Lunara when the knocking on the door starts. He opens the door to find Carlos Ruiz, Ethan's own second, at the door. "Senor Ruiz," he answers, not surprised that he's here.<br/><br/>"Si, I figured it would be better for me to show up right now. May I come in?" The merchant steps aside to let Carlos in. He looks a lot like George Clooney with a few key differences. He looks to the merchants wife still holding Lunara. "Senora, Senor, thank you for your swift actions. I'm sure that they will not be back soon. He stays in sight of Lunara, not coming any closer so as not to frighten her more. "If there is anything that can be done for you, we will try our best to grant it." He's speaking both to the pair and the young traumatized woman.</span><br/><br/>Ethan's knuckles are on the verge of turning white on the edge desk. He pulls in a deep breath, holds it until the carbon dioxide starts burning in his lungs. He keeps doing it until ever so slowly the red retreats from his vision. He had learned this trick in order to keep the people he needs in order to make the syndicate function alive. He leans back in his leather desk chair, still not ready to leave the sanctuary of his office.