Anya shrugged and leaned into Skye, seemingly quite content and not at all distressed.<br/><br/>"She didn't get herself to the States," Junior grumbled. "And even if she did, how's she end up in the mitts of some fuckhead like Five Card? No, that takes a special kind of lousy judgment. Or help."<br/><br/>Dale coughed politely.<br/><br/>"Your point is made, dearest."<br/><br/>"Yeah, well, good news. The new Duchess, while she's not much nicer, has been going after that sort of thing with a rabid fury."