"Are you the authority on when a person has everything under control?" Roxy knew it was rude to snap the way she was but her nerves were stretched thin. The private investigator took a deep breath, telling herself to calm down. "I apologize, that was rude. Thank you for your help."
"No, but normally when a person’s crap is all over the floor that tends to suggest that they don’t have it under control."
Working at the bar seemed to have it’s problems. She didn’t seem to be blending into the background today, people bumping into her, looking over her shoulder. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled and she collected her things, almost leaving when she bumped into someone full force, her things going everywhere. “Leave them alone, please. I got it.”
Dylan raised her hands in surrender, as tempting as it was to kick the blonde’s wallet away for herself or to slip it in her pocket while pretending to be a good samaritan, she was also aware of the consequences and the chances of being caught and turned into Leo and then given the boot outweighed the risk to find out what was inside the wallet.
"You don’t look like you’ve got it, but what ever."
"A friend when you need a favour?"
"If that’s how you want to look at it."
"You’re right, I will."
It wouldn’t take too long to figure out what went down if she cared enough to ask around.
"Knock yourself out."
"Yes. Former association. I wonder what inspired the change in allegiance."
Helena hadn’t heard any updates between their rivalry but then again, she’d been gone for months. And her eyes and ears were focused on more powerful threats.
"You seem to be the one with all the information, I’m sure you’ll be able to find out for yourself."
"Not a messenger boy."
"True." She paused, looking at him with pleading eyes. "But I’m hoping you are a friend."
"Stay away from Smee."
"I would love to, but the only way for me to do that is to get a message to him first."
"I deal arms to people. But I’m very particular with who I do business with." Helena responded, her voice as cool and detached as always. "I’ve done business with some of the Lost Boys and I do my research to know who I’m dealing to. Safe to say, your name is bound to pop up by association, Dylan."
Dylan look mildly impressed and surprised, with that shiner she would have expected Helena to be a hired gun or a body guard at the least. It made sense the more she thought about it though, she had never stolen weapons for the lost boy’s before and until now she’d never stopped to give it much thought about where and how Silver, Robbie and John got their hands on their arsenal.
"I get that." She looked at Helena with understanding for the first time since she’d arrived at the bar, she didn’t think she would but she actually had something in common with her. She too liked to know who she was getting in bed with, wanted to know what skeletons they had in their closets and what dirt had been swept under the rug.
Dylan shifted uncomfortably behind the bar as Helena further proved to know more about her than she knew about Helena. It made her stomach feel uneasy and unnerved, prickles of ice rang along the length of her spine. “Former association. I told you, I don’t run with them any more.”
Helena shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, not caring to respond to the question at first. With pursed lips, she leaned forward, appraising the younger girl for a moment before breaking her gaze.
"Helena Luther. No need to worry. It’s my job to know most of the occupants around here, especially when they are Lost Boys or Rogers. Or… Were."
"It’s your job?" She raised her eyebrow, curiosity gleaming in her eye as she thought that over for a second. She didn’t like it, the idea of somebody looking into her made her feel uncomfortable, not that there was anything to find any more but it still turned her blood cold and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on edge. "What is it that you do?"