"How did it go?"
Athena was visited with her grandfather's question—her and the people with her—as she stepped into the living room.
He wasn't alone. He was with his wife and her friends. It seemed they had been waiting for a while.
It also seemed, Athena thought, that her friends weren't going to let this one sideline—that they were not going to be cut out either willingly or forcefully.
"Good, I think," she replied, still geared up except for the helmet she had left in the van. Sighing weakly, she strolled forward, and sat on the sofa, Ewan following her.
Sandro, Zane, Aiden, and Susan took the longest sofa, helmets in their hands.
Athena noticed her friends—each, except Areso—willfully ignoring their nemesis, pretending not to see the blood gash here and there.
"I will need details…"
And Ewan took over, knowing that Athena wasn't exactly in a talking mood.
When he was done, there was a minute of silence in the sitting room.
