Snow shook her head and jerked her chin toward Daryl behind the desk,
expressionlessly cleaning up what mess had gone back there. There wasn't a
scratch on him, though. Even in her rage, she had not. The staff, whatever
they were, were not to be harassed or harmed. Not ever. They couldn't fight
back.
But in this case, they could speak for her and say what was impossible for
her to say.
Re: Snow & Jag
Snow shook her head and jerked her chin toward Daryl behind the desk, expressionlessly cleaning up what mess had gone back there. There wasn't a scratch on him, though. Even in her rage, she had not. The staff, whatever they were, were not to be harassed or harmed. Not ever. They couldn't fight back.
But in this case, they could speak for her and say what was impossible for her to say.