Logfile from Brass&Steel. Knock, knock. Someone's at the door. Someone's at the door! Zach stops plucking at his guitar and yells, "Come in, it's open!" A relatively striking figure of a young woman she is, standing exactly 5-foot-8-inches tall. While possessing fairly attractive features - ice blue eyes, topped with dark, sharp brows, the left having a small knife scar through it. Sharp cheekbones, a smallish nose, her Germanic heritage showing strongly in her features, creating an almost feral-looking girl. Her head is crowned with a short, garnet hair, the color of a fiery sunrise, while her skin is somewhat pale, having the tone of someone who spends a good deal of time inside. Her thin lips, untouched by lipstick, have a hard quality to them, and aren't exactly the sort to purse and pout cutely. Her body is... well, a body. She seems to be relatively slim, perhaps due to exercise - she's fairly muscular, although she doesn't exactly look like someone that lives on steroids and heart medicine. As for her womanly shapes, she's slightly underendowed in that department. Currently, she's wearing a mid-thigh level leather jacket with several pockets. Hardly skintight, it's relatively loose, but covers her up nicely. Moving lower, she wears a pair of mildly worn, oh-so-gawthic black jeans, and, moving lower still, a pair of worn, slightly dirty Nike sneakers that might have been white once, but are now grey. Her hands are covered by a pair of thick, tight-fitting leather gloves. The door opens, verily, and Brynn steps inside. She doesn't have her gloves on (because Harriet has them. That fiend.) and her cheek is nicely burnt by something. But it's still Brynn. Ann is likely behind her or something. Zach raises his eyebrows as the open door reveals such an unexpected guest. He smiles and waves at them. "Hey there damsel, come on in! Make yourself at home and stuff!" He puts the guitar back in its case and gets his fanny off the coach. "Can I get you anything to eat or drink? Or maybe both?" Brynn takes a quick look around. "A step up from the car," she remarks, because she can. She turns around, closing the door behind her. "Do you have a..." the woman pauses, bringing a hand up to the burnt flesh on her cheek. "No, nevermind." Zach chuckles and gestures for her to sit if she so please. He eyes Brynn. "Do I have a what? Coffee? Scotch? Other kinds of fire-water? First-aid kit?" "I guess I should hide it. If you have a bandage, it'd be nice," Brynn says, and walks over to the couch, there she takes a seat. In the middle! If possible. It is indeed possible to sit in the middle of the coach, and Zach goes into the bathroom to dig out the supplies that are needed. He sits down on the other side of Brynn and looks at her burn, "Looks nasty, will you let me help you clean it up and bandage it? "I just need a bandage or something to cover it with," Brynn says, because... well, maybe it's because she doesn't want to be pampered. Or maybe it's because it'd be ouchy! Zach hmphs and frowns. "It's a nasty burn and it needs cleaning up - you've been through worse I'm sure! Unless you'll let me Sing it away...?" "No, it shouldn't be Sung away," Brynn says, raising her hand to her cheek. Owieowieowie. "I just need something to cover it with," she repeats, "since I don't feel like explaining it to people." Zach grumble something about bloody stubborn pig-heads, but resigns and gets out some special bandages for burns. They've been treated with some anti-becterial salve. He tenderly applies these first, then covers them with a normal bandage. "Right, that oughta do it... You're still gonna get questions about the bandage though. Now what the hell happened to you? I was gonna yell at you for putting Harriet at risk the other night, but I can't do that when you come to my door all burnt and stuff!" He does /try/ to sound miffed, you gotta give him that... Brynn remains pretty silent as Zach works and speaks. First when he mentions Harriet does she really react. "What risk?" she asks, looking up at the tall man. Because she has to, more or less, with a much shorter Vessel. Her voice suggests mild irritation, perhaps because of her weariness. Or maybe because she's a bitch. Or both. Zach clears away the bandagy stuff and leans back on the coach, regarding Brynn calmly. "The risk of being charged with kidnapping. She's a mortal, and as such she is a bit more vulnerable to mortal laws and consequences than us. Not that our bosses won't be overly happy having to give us new roles, but that's usually no problem. Harriet, however, hasn't got that luxury. Just remember that another time, eh sister?" He smiles crookedly. "What did you want us to do? Leave them at ground zero for a disturbance that could be felt halfway across the city?" Brynn inquires calmly. And not just because she's tired! ...Okay, mostly because she's tired. She looks up at Zach, awaiting his reply. Zach sighs and lifts his hands. "No, you were right to take action. Just...2 He sighs again. "But bringing him to Harriet's place might not have been the best option. Oh well, fortunately he doesn't seem to have been all that traumatized, and the police haven't show up to arrest Harriet so is seems at the end of the day 's all good." "That wasn't my decision. I remained at Harriet's place to ensure he didn't flee, until I was told I wasn't needed anymore. I told her she should contact her Elohite friend, and let her help out." Brynn reaches up and touches the bandage, carefully. "We shouldn't have brought him there, but you know how Harriet is like." Zach snorts an exasperated laugh and shakes his head. "Oh yes I do. Don't for a second think I'm not aware of her ability to Get Involved." He grins to Brynn. "Which is shy I think she'll make an excellent Soldier when the time is right." He pauses then asks, "What /was/ that thing? Harriet heard from Cosmo that it was an ethereal. That true?" "Yes," Brynn tells him, nodding, refraining from commenting on the Soldier issue. "I'm afraid so." But it was, like, totally wasted and stuff. Booyah and such. Zach frowns. "Good job destroying it. Them things are a bloody pain in the butt mostly. So, what happened to your cheek B?" he asks with some slight concern. "I can't take the credit. Cosmo destroyed it," Brynn admits, allowing her hand to wander towards the bandage again. "Gabriel touched me," she confides, simply. Zach raises his eyebrows a fair bit of way toward the ceiling. "Oh!" he states eloquently. "That explains the 'not to be Sung away'-issue then." He smiles a bit, as it's good to know that the Bosses are around. Even this Boss. "She give you a new mission?" Isn't it, though? With a little luck, Gabby will give another show in the park! All she needs is a powerful demon to fight. "Not really, no," Brynn admits, sounding a little thoughtful. Just a little, though, because thinking sucks. Zach is terribly curious, but it's not really polite to poke and pry. On the other hand, he can ask and then she can tell him to eat a sock. Yeah! "So what did she want then?" There's a hint of wistfulness in his voice. Would that /his/ bosses dropped by every once in a while... "Eat a sock!" Okay, Brynn doesn't say that... but she *really* should. "I'm sure you'll find out eventually." It isn't much of an explanation, but at least she didn't tell him to consume any footwear. Even though she should have. Such is the perversity of angels. "I will?" Zach echoes in befuddlement. "Uh.. Anything I can help with? I've been working support for most of my life, so if you need anything you can always call on me." "Thank you." Brynn's uncertain tone of voice hints that she isn't all that comfortable with the idea of calling for help, however. Zach beams to her. "No problem at all! To tell you the truth I'm more comfortable with doing support than flying solo. But Janus has had me on a solo program the last few years, so I guess I'm supposed to learn how to think and plan on my own." He chuckles. "Really?" Brynn says with some amount of curiousity apparent in her voice and on her face. Of course, she's tired and such. It sucks. "I need to speak to you and Cosmo at some point." It's mostly added as an afterthought. Zach nods and drums his fingers on his thighs and knees restlessly. Time to get that guitar outta its case. "Well I'm right here, so speak all you want sister!" he offers. "I think I'll wait," Brynn says, "I have a few things to consider first." She hops down from the couch, and stretches lazily. "I guess I should get going, too. I have... something to watch." Zach smiles warmly to her and tilts his head a bit. "Okay, anytime you're ready Bee." He rises and moves over the the kitchen bench to write a small note that he then gives to Brynn. "Here's my cell phone number in case you need to reach me like quickly. It was real good to see you, y'know." Brynn grabs the paper, and pockets it. Now she will always be able to contact him! Sorta. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks." A brief smile lingers on her face for a while, then she heads over to the door. "I'll catch you later." Zach walks her to the door, delighted that she graced him with a smile. "You should do that more often, you know," he murmurs kindly. Then his hard-wired gentlemanlyness kicks in and reminds him to be polite and stuff. "Hey, do you need a lift anywhere?" he asks. "No, I'll be fine," Brynn declines, and reaches for the knob. Unless it's boobytrapped, she'll likely open it without being torn to shreds by a claymore mine or something similar, and step outside. Zach nods and waves goodbye. "See you later then. Take care now, and thanks for visiting!" Brynn raises a hand in a quick goodbye, then vanishes into the darkness. Undramatically, sadly. Brynn hugs. Thanks for the RP. You paged Brynn with 'Thanks yourself! :)'.