Betty's reaction upon seeing Cathy, her business partner and - oh alright - friend, in so much trouble was perhaps not as emphatic as it should've been. All she could think of with a terrible, sinking feeling was this meant she was stuck with the kids, for God knows how long.<em>She</em>. Poor kids.<br/><br/>Poor kids who really shouldn't see their mother like this...<br/><br/>"Come on now," she said firmly, quickening her pace so much she was almost dragging little Lucy as well as Jack. A quick glance backwards to make sure Daisy was still following, then she shouldered open the door to the bar and hurried inside. Quite a sight she made; splattered with mud, her stockings ruined and her face still feral-looking but she wasn't in the right mood to feel ashamed about either that or the way she was man-handling the kids. Never-halting, she made a beeline for Laura's table. Laura had kids of her own. Laura was good with kids... or at least better than her.<br/><br/>"Laura, so glad you're still here," she said breathlessly, lowering Jack until his feet touched the ground but not letting go of the back of his shirt just yet. No way was he running off again.<br/>