"As you said, I owe you a favor. Give me a bit. I'll call once I'm on my way over. I'm not in any shape to go out like this." Her muscles and bones GRIND like the sound you might imagine the earth making as it quakes.<br/><br/>"So, what sort of family is it? Should I try and pretend I'm even slightly respectable, or does it not matter? Since this is paying back a favor, I figure I'll ask. There's always the chance I'm recognized anyways."<br/><br/>She's pulling on some more clothes and heads out the door. "Anything else I should know or do? Am I going to have to crack some skulls? I mean you did call me, and I'm all about sex, kicking ass, and rock and roll."<br/><br/>Emily pauses... sometimes you have a hammer when what you really need is a screwdriver, and this is one of those times. But at least Itziar means well in her own way.<br/><br/>"Ok, let me check here. I don't know them myself, so I don't know what to expect."