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[imanixkline]

SPOTTED: IMANI KLINE in new york city! heard the THIRTY-FIVE year old belongs to THE CONTINGENCY as a CO-LEADER. word on the streets is that they can be PRECISE & PRAGMATIC but they can also be RUTHLESS & ALOOF.

FULL NAME: Imani Delia Kline NICKNAME(S): Im or Immi to a select few PREFERRED NAME(S): Imani BIRTH DATE: 10th June, 1989 ZODIAC:  Gemini ☀, Virgo ☽ , Leo ↑ AGE: 35 HEIGHT: 5'9 SEXUALITY: pansexual, demiromantic OCCUPATION: businesswoman/investor LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english, german, mandarin, japanese & french FATHER: Tobias Kline MOTHER: Uma Kline née Washington SIBLING(S): two brothers PET(S): an Italian greyhound named Panino LINKS: pinterest (x)

tl;dr

With a hypercritical mother who she could never see eye to eye with, it seemed only natural she would be closer with her father. Imani was the apple of his eye and wanted for nothing, their wealth used to shower her in whatever she wanted.

When it seemed as though she showed the same aptitude for tech as her father was only too happy to take her under his wing and shape her into his protégé and successor at his tech firm, Kline Inc.

But like most children she began to exceed her father, they both knew that she was more talented and more skilled than him and it caused a strain on their relationship in her twenties. Where he'd once been proud of his intelligent, ambitious daughter, now he resented her for it.

After a particularly bad fight she decided enough was enough, working with a reporter to expose the corruption of the company (corruption she had been happy to partake in but had been so careful not to implicate herself in) resulting in her father in jail and the company in taters.

She'd first became aware of Echo after a cyber attack on Kline Inc. and impressed that they had managed to find their way into their system she remembered the name. After cutting ties with her father they became her first port of call.

It's closing in on a decade for both her time with Echo and her time in New York, she is as content as someone who's never truly satisfied can ever be for a time. Leaving them once her secret emerged - that she had built a backdoor into the code so she had access to everything.

Her own business was started, beginning with just hackers and private investigators before expanding with the fall of Nightshade, adding assassins and a co-leader into the fold.

Personality:

She's more like her father than she'd care to admit - cutthroat and almost merciless - but it's all been concealed under a mask from a young age. Polished, smooth, charming and almost always inscrutable. She's effortlessly affable and has a way of making you feel as though she truly cares, warmth radiates from her even if she still feels cold inside. While she works to not make it too well known, she can be exacting and demanding with her high standards for herself often extending to others. In general she strives to give off a friendly, open appearance even if she rarely gives people a glimpse of the real her. Intelligent and careful she can't help but analyse every conversation and exchange she has, always weighing up whether someone is an asset or a threat or both.

Headcanons:

She grew up with all the finer things in life and her taste hasn't changed, though she tends towards more of a subtle luxury than dressing in an ostentatious way.

Over the years she has carefully cultivated a reputation for being generous - with more money than she'd truly know what to do with she's all too happy to spend it on gifts or helping others out. Anything to curry good favour.

Her Italian greyhound, Panino, is spoiled immensely and she absolutely dresses him up in only the best outfits.

Does not, cannot and will not cook. It's not a skill that she was ever in a position to learn nor one she's particularly keen to be taught. She enjoys eating out and sampling the best of what the city has to offer, regularly setting up dinner dates not just for mingling but as an excuse to not eat alone. Although she'd be perfectly happy in her own company too.

Despite how much they didn't get along in her childhood, Imani has started rebuilding her relationship with her mother. It'll likely never be a close or even supportive one but they now go for brunch once a month and it's more than they ever used to do.

Her father has requested that she visit him several times and continues to but Imani only acquiesced once and it was to make it clear that she might have been responsible for pulling Kline Inc down but she did it to spite him.

[wesleyhope]

where: outside imani's home who: @imanixkline & wesley hope

He'd considered giving her space, given the fact that she'd come close to losing someone so close to her -- after all, that wasn't really the type of relationship they had with one another, was it? And yet, even as the hours passed he felt a deep sense of dread, of concern, resisting the urge to check in but glancing at his phone every so often to see if she had an update. With everything that he'd gone through over the last few months after losing Sebastian, he didn't wish that sort of pain on anyone. Especially not Imani. So, when she'd finally reached out, letting him know his friend was alright, he felt an immense amount of relief -- and wanted to follow through on it. "I know I didn't call, but after the way you left..." Wesley trailed off, shaking his head. "I won't be offended if you're not in the mood for company, I just wanted to see for myself that you were okay."

[imanixkline]

Steps slowed as she approached her building, surprised to see the figure waiting outside of it. It wasn't part of their arrangement to show up like this, she'd waited patiently for the right time to see him after Sebastian, after all. First instinct was to bristle at his presence, wondering if he thoughts so little of her that he didn't believe that she could handle another crisis without falling apart. But then something close to gratefulness was felt, relief that maybe she didn't have to be alone when Harry's brush with death was impacting her more than she was used to. The bond between the two of them from years of friendship serving as a chink in her carefully crafted armour that those who had set the fires had managed to exploit. Actually wounding her and reminding her that the walls she'd built up weren't impenetrable after all. "I'm not really." Well, she'd thought she wasn't but as they stood there she realised that she didn't feel the same way about the idea of his company. "I hope you haven't been waiting long." Smooth steps carrying her inside just enough that he could follow, wordlessly inviting him inside. "I was thinking of ordering something." Though for once in her life she found herself unable to make a decision on what, too emotionally exhausted to even contemplate a choice.

[gwenxhope]

Gwen needed a moment to process everything that had happened last week and felt like there was definite looks as though there were targets. Harry being in the mix of it all was definitely hard as well as just some residual feelings she was feeling towards her friend turned adversary Rin seeming to be at his beck and call which left a bitter taste in her mouth. Also the fact that some of the people she worked closely with, like Romeo, were part of this attack; it was a shitshow. And when Imani reached out she took her quickly up on the offer since she also had not seen her since the masquerade. Which had ended with fiasco as well. "It's good to see you too," she said with a soft smile as she slid into the seat across from Imani. "Oh, things have been...crazy. What about you? I mean I haven't even gotten a chance to talk with you about what happened at Robin's Island."

[imanixkline]

Wry hum was given at the mention of the masquerade, knowing that her friend meant well but the whole evening had been a sting to her pride even if crisis had been averted. "From one disaster to another." Eyes rolled as if both situations were nothing more than an inconvenience, though there was an undercurrent of exhaustion that ran through her tone and mannerisms. As polished as she was there was only so much someone could do to hide several sleepless nights. "I'm as fine as anyone can be. Thankfully what happened at the Island has been handled but these fires -" One shoulder lifted into a shrug, freer with her shows of emotion with Gwen than she would be with most. "- another challenge." Likely an understatement give the scale of it all and the growing knowledge that whoever they were dealing with were far from amateurs. "I hope the crazy hasn't been impacting you too much?" Knowing that the other woman often carried so much, sometimes at her own expense.

[dadivosos]

he had heard muttering that there were multiple fires , it was definitely planned -- their own facility was top of the line , everything up to code , he'd made sure of it. nothing could've gone wrong and yet it did. " how many fires were there ? " he knew out of anyone imani would have the information to make sense of the situation. though if he was severely injured he figured others would be too and probably worse. he let out a sigh , attempting to adjust himself with his working hand as he lied his head back onto the bed once again. " they're getting bold , " he said , gaze returning to imani. " i'm starting to think they're just doing it for the heck of it. " he paused. " have you ever seen the game with michael sheen ? " though he wondered if imani ever took time for herself , she was much like him in that regard. " no rhyme or reason just because. " he said voice horse , strained and somewhat soft. he shook his head , " well -- my phone , i probably have about one hundred emails to reply to. "

[imanixkline]

"Six in total. Haus of Saab, Giulietta's, Montecristo, Second Gear Collective, The Nines." And the location he'd been in, the one she couldn't bring herself to say aloud when part of her refused to believe a place that was under their care could have failed the way it did. Almost taking him in the process. "Too bold." The kind of moves that would turn the whole city against them. She knew her determination to find them had only increased and she was certain others would too. "I can't decide if it's retaliation - a warning - or they were always going to do it." As much as she'd always had a sense of pride in her own skills she thought it might be giving herself too much credit to think so much destruction was because of how they'd managed to avert the bomb. Or maybe she was just reluctant to think her actions could have brought about devastation. "Hardly much of a cinema goer, Harry." Wry words coming the closest to amusement she'd felt for days. His phone was reached for, handing it to him as she made an offer. "I can sift through them for you if you'd like. Pull out the important ones." It wasn't one she expected him to take up, not when she wouldn't have if roles were reversed, but she didn't want him taxing himself too soon.

[dadivosos]

alfie had finished unpacking -- though mainly he was thinking of buying everything new. new city , new him -- that's how the saying went right ? there was no use in moving permanently when this whole pantheon business could be finished within the year , he hoped. he walked into kline homeguard to catch up with imani , he had told her to give him a week to get his affairs in order but she knew she could be impatient. the balloon was held tightly as he walked into his office with a small grin , " hey cuz , " he paused. " oh wait , " he changed his tone slightly. " hey cuz , " he held out the balloon which aptly said ' i'm sorry for your loss ' though the loss on her end had been minimal.

@imanixkline

[imanixkline]

It wasn't often that she wondered if she made a mistake. Each decision carefully weighed and measured before she ever made any action. But as her cousin ( distant, thankfully, she reminded herself ) entered her office doing his best impression of her newest headache, a flicker of doubt rippled through her. It was baseless of course, when his skills had spoken for themselves. The reason for his appointment in her organisation nothing to do with the vague ties that their shared blood created. Brow arched, expression distinctly unimpressed as she eyed the balloon and made no move to take it. "This is how you put your best foot forward?" Words almost painfully neutral, as she wondered if this was some European humour she wasn't verse in or he thought she was the type of woman who'd be impressed with such antics. "How are you settling in?"

[sweetfridays]

♡ LAURA HARRIER vanity fair oscar party 2026

[dadivosos]

he almost didn't expect anyone to show up for him , his parents taught him never to expect people to be there for someone else. he didn't expect them to show their face or even care he was involved , they probably would make a remark about how he shouldn't have been out of his home or the office then he wouldn't have gotten hurt. the truth of the reality was that he was beginning to think they were wrong despite how right he wanted them to be. if he hadn't been working then he would be in bed by now -- his bed at least. who he didn't expect to see was imani , not that she didn't care -- or did she ? he just believed she probably had better things to do. eyes drifted to her as the device was removed and he was given oxygen through his nostrils. his throat burned , ached for liquids but they advised against it. " barley , " he countered , blinking slowly -- everything burned , ached , it felt like too much and too little all at the same time. " you think they'll let me go home today ? " he attempted to joke , knowing he might be there for days.

[imanixkline]

Since the emergence of The Pantheon she'd been focused on nothing but removing them from the picture, ignoring any emotions that their theatrics might have pulled from her other than what she considered productive. Her frustration and irritation acting as the fuel she needed. But seeing her oldest friend in a hospital bed, needing help to breathe, was making her feel something else entirely. It wasn't quite fear but it was definitely sadness of a kind. Worry most strongly. Wondering if perhaps in her confidence in her own ability she'd been consistently underestimating their ability. Not in what they were able to carry out but in their capability to hurt her. The masquerade had been a blow to her pride but now they were hitting closer to home, closer to the heart she tried and kept failing to stop feeling. Eyes flickered over his features, doing her best to mask her concern with the usual keenness of her gaze. Another time there might have been more amusement at his joke but she struggled to find anything humorous about his brush with death. "I'm not doctor but I think unlikely." Part of her wanted to stay where she was, as though it would all be easier to bear if she kept her distance. But that was impossible and so she moved closer. "Do you need anything?" Knowing she'd get him whatever he wanted.

[imanixkline]

with Gwen Hope @gwenxhope

There'd been a temptation to invite her friend to her home, knowing that she at least had more control over it than more public locations. But there was a refusal from her to act as though she was shaken by the fires or nervous about where to go in the city. Not wanting even a single trace of weakness to be so much as glimpsed. Unable to shake the feeling that The Pantheon was somehow always watching when it seemed to her the only way they'd be able to keep making the moves that they did. There was no proof as of yet that they were involved but she struggled to believe anyone else would have been capable of carrying out as many calculated hits. So she'd asked Gwen to meet her at one of their usual places, discrete and exclusive. Just this time seated nearer an exit. "It's so good to see you." Words that usually flowed from her lips with ease when networking was such an essential part of what she did. But this time they rang a little truer, pleased to be in the company of someone she'd known for so long. "How have you been?" A load question given all that had happened but one she still wanted the answer to.

[noxmourners]

Wordlessly August handed off the black cup of coffee, hopped onto the kitchen counter to sit on the edge, and then picked up her own cup. "I killed a member of the mob almost five years ago. He was decently powerful but not Enzo's inner circle. Clean hit, covered my tracks by pinning it on a lower level guy," she said simply, the words far more even and detached than she felt. Her expression had gone blank, tone matter-of-fact. For all she knew, Imani didn't care about the why, and August wasn't terribly into the idea of a mini-therapy session about her reasoning for the assassination, though someone as clever as her might be able to glean why. So much of August's life was spent as a tool or a weapon wielded by someone with considerably more power, only to be tossed aside the second she outlived her usefulness. Her parents only tolerated her queerness because politically it looked good to be supportive of her. The military put a gun in her hands and taught her to be good at using it, and then dropped her back into the real world upon retirement with little more to show for it than that finely honed skill. "Next question," she said after a beat, gaze hazy as she brought the mug of coffee to her lips.

[imanixkline]

Lips briefly thinned at the news before she reached for the coffee in front of her, knowing that it would likely mean an uncomfortable conversation with The Don to smooth it over before they could say that her co-leader would be untouchable again. As long as it remained unaddressed August would still be a vulnerability. A weakness when The Pantheon knew that they could get her to do their bidding. A chink in the armour of The Contingency she'd worked so hard to ensure was flawless. "When was this?" She was grateful, in that moment, that logic almost always overcome emotion. It easier on them both that she could keep her feelings in check enough that it didn't turn into an argument, her disappointment smoothly hidden behind that same impenetrable mask she wore like a second skin. "Who else knows?" Not just asking so she knew if there was anyone else who needed to be silence but maybe in some kind of vain hope that it might provide some clue as to how The Pantheon acquired the secrets they were wielding over everyone to make them their puppets.

[dadivosos]

in his mind imani was the smartest play for him -- her neutrality had definitely kept her out of harms way and while he liked to work solo within his own organization -- the fact that he was now being involved only raised alarms in his head. " i hope this can stay between us --- i know your bias towards nico and his group. " he'd seen how swiftly they collaborated and that in his mind only meant that even if she wasn't consciously thinking it imani would side with the mob immediately.

" i can front the cost for the windows --- i know a guy , " of course he did -- he knew of all the unions within the city and that might be of benefit to her. " i'm assuming they let themselves be known this year -- prior to this event we hadn't been hit with any of that. " he motioned towards the phone. he leaned back into his seat , watching her before speaking once again , " they've got something on everyone -- affiliated or not. i've got kids imani and in all the years i've been around i've never seen someone hit every group and the mayor. " he'd thought about it before , had been for a while since her group emerged , but he waited wanting to see her plans , her actions and he had been impressed. " i come to you with a proposal -- think about it , you don't have to answer me anytime soon but -- i have resources that can probably help with this little problem of ours. " resources that he felt the upper echelon of society had left behind. " we've never been anything but civil , but i think it might be of some benefit if you had someone else backing you. " he paused. " me. "

[imanixkline]

Brow arched at his words, the accusation that lay within them, a bold one given he seemed to be trying to forge some kind of alliance between them. "There's no bias. We've collaborated in a way I would with anyone." It was simply that Nico had come to her more than others, their working relationship one that she valued because of what they had managed to achieve together. "They're already taken care of." She was, after all, nothing if not efficient. But she would be gracious, seeing as this was the first time they'd spoken properly. "Thank you for the offer."

Light hum of acknowledgement was given as he highlighted the stakes, feeling them more keenly since the fires and Harry's injuries. "Did you hear about what happened at the casino night?" It had certainly made the news but she wasn't sure how much attention a MC needed to pay to that kind of thing. For her it was essential but they'd moved in their own sphere for so long it was hard to predict what the president in front of her might deem worthy of his attention. "You understand that this organisation functions because of its neutrality." It would be unwise to firmly align herself with anyone unless she thought it totally necessary. "But I'll take the offer into consideration." There could be a time when it would be the best thing but it wasn't now, so she moved them swiftly back to something she could offer. "In the meantime, collaboration about this group is something I'm keen to foster. Between all of us." Hoping that made it clear enough that she'd be collating and sharing what she could between everyone who asked.

[imanixkline]

Mount Sinai Hospital with Harry Cho @dadivosos

There'd been every intention of continuing to work as she'd set up a space within Harry's hospital room, laptop out and sifting through footage as though it would provide some kind of key, but for once her focus had been wandering. Usually one track mind continuing to drift when she was painfully aware of her friend lying in the hospital bed across the room from her. Thoughts were pulled away from action - the thing that usually soothed whatever pesky emotions rose - instead unable to stop herself from drifting into worst case scenarios and memories of the two of them that now felt like they had sharp edges. The more she thought about him, the place he held in her life, the deeper her worry cut. A reprieve was granted as he started to stir, throat clearing as though she could dislodge and dismiss the emotion that had gathered there, calling for a nurse or a doctor. After letting them fuss she reached for the familiar, tone closer to the matter-of-fact one she used with him while talking business. "Good, you're awake." An understatement when the big picture she was so used to looking at had seemed to shrink, contracting to just this room and whether or not he was going to be alright.

[beecarmichael]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢 held in this city made bridget nearly drool. her own life was just an endless hustle, always one missed paycheck away from disaster. looking at imani was like staring at the tiara-crowned girls who’d leave her sobbing in the pageant dressing rooms of her childhood. the kind of girls her mother told her she’d have to sabotage to beat. luckily, bee had since learned that aligning herself with them was a much better bet. “a martini sounds amazing,” she said before heading to their table. although not before flashing the bartender a shiteating victory grin. “as you can imagine, things are mission fucking critical at city hall,” she muttered. bee didn’t have much intel for imani. city hall was just a bunch of headless chickens running in circles, pointing fingers at shadows. “i’m so sorry that i missed the masquerade, by the way. food poisoning. if you’re ever thinking of getting sushi from sushi tatsu in bed-stuy…don’t.” and that’s all she’d say on that matter. “have you found out anything else about the bomb or who planted it?” she asked, once they were alone at their table.

[imanixkline]

The mention of City Hall instantly had her interest, even just as a brief distraction. "What have they got you all busy with?" Curious as to how they were trying to handle it all. She couldn't imagine they were faring any better than she was trying to make sense of it all but it never hurt to know the angles others were preparing to work. Head shook, dismissing the apology that left the other woman's lips. "Don't worry, it's probably better you weren't there." Given how the whole thing had ended. While she valued the blonde as a member of her organisation she doubted that her skills could have done anything to prevent or alter the way things had played out. "It wasn't on my radar and now I think it will stay that way." Bridget was a trusted source of information, after all. Their drinks arrived and warm smile was aimed at the waiter as drinks were set down, thanks leaving her lips. Only continuing once she felt they were far enough away. "He was hired by The Pantheon, knew frustratingly little about the operation." It made sense to her, as aggravating as it was. A smart move really considering the operative was going to get trapped on the island too. "As for the rest of it, the same tricks as the last time." More texts and blackmail.

[dadivosos]

" there was a murder at the casino event last november , " he paused. " i don't think you were affected as badly. " minus the fact that a bomb managed to get onto the island in the first place but he figured that would be left unsaid. he knew imani had built a reputation from the ground up and now he felt it slowly beginning to break but he doubted the woman would ever really let it happen. she did put her father in jail after all. " replaceable , " he shrugged , the usual nonchalance between the two even since they were children. he let out an audible sigh , " so a bullshit lead. " he opened up his water bottle and took a sip. " even if it does lead somewhere --- i doubt one person is behind this. seems more elaborate than the last time you dealt with something like this. "

[imanixkline]

"So that's the bar now?" Brow arched, unimpressed with his reasoning when she always wanted nothing less than perfection. And the masquerade had been so far from it. "No one died therefore it wasn't that bad?" The investigation had at least been easier to deal with than a murder inquiry. Light hum of agreement was given to his 'replaceable' before a sigh of her own matched his. "I agree but it's still a lead." One that she would follow even though he was more than likely right. "It does. They're always ahead of us." Frustration creeping into her tone, unhidden when he already knew how little she liked feeling as though she was behind in some way. Yet for once she couldn't figure out a way to even things up, perhaps the most infuriating part of all.

[noxmourners]

A nod and a long, even exhale followed Imani's request for something to drink, and wordlessly August set about making the strongest pot of coffee she could muster. Alcohol might have served to dull the nerves somewhat, but she wanted to be mostly clear for a difficult conversation. While it brewed, August leaned against the edge of the counter, arms folded as she worried the inside of her cheek. The people she brought with her to Imani when she formed the Contingency didn't deserve to have their lives blown up again, and she just hoped they'd weather the fallout from all of this and come out alive on the other side.

"Ask what you need to," she said as she poured two mugs of fresh coffee. Best to just rip the bandaid off and get this over with. "Cream or sugar at all?"

[imanixkline]

The tension coming from the other woman would have been obvious even to someone who wasn't as observant as Imani. She supposed it couldn't be an easy position to be in but there was a thought that she'd never have let herself be in it to begin with. Still, the fact that they were co-leaders seemed to demand that she hear her out at the very least even if at that moment she was all she was prepared to to. So much hung on the answers August gave her but she would reserve further judgement ( because she'd already judged plenty about the events of the masquerade ) until she heard all that she needed to. "Black is fine." Quick reply before she cut straight to the chase, trying to put the both of them out of their misery. "Let's start with the obvious - what do they have on you?"

[beecarmichael]

who: @imanixkline where: any fancy but discreet rich people restaurant imani might go to idk work with me here

𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 rendezvous early. she always did. partly to stay on people’s good sides, partly to look like she belonged in rooms like this. and partly because her car was an unreliable piece of shit, prone to deciding its own schedule. she was leaned against the bar now, locked in a standoff with the bartender who kept tapping his watch and saying the bar didn’t open for another fifteen minutes. oh, so now the morality police were saying 11:45 was too early for a martini? she was halfway through calling him a miserable, fucked up little man when she caught sight of imani walking in. the switch flipped so fast it could’ve caused whiplash. bridget smoothed down her skirt, expression rearranging itself into something polished, pleasant, and very much practiced as she crossed the room. “imani, hiii,” she drolled, smile already springing into place. “you look amazing, as always. i had them get us a table in the back where they host private parties.” she stepped aside slightly, letting imani take the lead like she always did, eager to debrief after the masquerade madness.

[imanixkline]

There hadn't been time to rest since the disaster on Robins Island, not that she'd ever been one to covet taking a break. The notion was foreign to her when she'd built her life around being one step ahead, she couldn't pause in case others pulled ahead. But she was faced with the unsettling notion that now she was very much behind. Someone, somewhere was playing a better game than she and that was enough to drive her to re-examine her strategy, check in with pieces and allies. Lunch with one of her insiders was just one of the many boxes she was trying to tick. "Bridget." Name said warmly in greeting, gaze flickering over the bartender who was still looking peeved, though she didn't say anything about the interaction she'd witnessed. "That sounds perfect." The blonde knew well enough that this wasn't to be a social call, as much as she tended to enjoy her company. Before she took the lead a smile curved over her lips, attention on the man who'd denied Bridget and thinking herself more difficult to refuse. "I'm sure we can have two martinis brought to us."

[egosdeaths]

LAURA HARRIER via tiktok

[dadivosos]

harry settled into a chair in imani's office with a loud and rather annoying sigh , eyes looking at her -- dark circles much more apparent than usual. " so --- that wasn't a total disaster. " he mused , slight amusement in his tone. " what was the damage ? " he was curious about the cost but also knew that the island might be shut out for another thirty years given how the citizens reacted -- calmly of course. " did you happen to find out anything else ? " from the person that was rounded up , he figured he should catch up and find out what she knew , the texts sent from the island seemingly another dead end but he would keep trying.

@imanixkline

[imanixkline]

"How do you figure that?" Brow arched, tone sharp with challenged when she wanted to know if he believed that or was trying to offer her platitudes. If it was the latter she expected he'd know better. "To the island or my reputation?" Her mask slipped most with Harry, their years of friendship meaning he'd seen her before she'd ever started to wear it. There was no need to hide from him or shield him from how her mind worked. "The windows need replaced but miraculously not much else." The least of her worries, really. "He gave us a name of a company, it's being looked into." There wasn't much hope in her voice, expecting it to be another dead end but unable to resist pursuing it just in case.