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Moira glanced over at Nathan, who was sound asleep on the mattress he called a bed. She had forced him to take a small sedative so he could get some rest and he wasn't due to wake up for a while. And by forced, it meant she had spent ten minutes cheerfully throwing the pill bottle at his head until he had given in to her wiser ways. She rifled in her bag for her cell phone and walked into the hallway. 'Time ta call th' calvary,' she thought and dialed the number for the mansion.

Skidding on the smooth wooden floor of the mansion and turning about in mid-slip, Alison trotted back towards the phone, picking it up and answering with a cheerfully perky voice. "Macy's fine lingerie and other naughty things department, how may I help you?" she chirped, leaning on the table.

Moira paused for a second and eyed her cell phone before shaking her head. "Ali, 'as anyone told ye tha' ye're 'orrible lately?"

Snickering, Alison turned and winked at her own reflection in the mirror before answering cheerfully. "Every single day! You just got dibs on the first one for today actually. So, how're thing in good ole Liechtenstein?" she asked, purring over the last word.

"Well, thin's 'ave been better," she replied, turning serious. "I've got me an unconscious mercenary...friendly an' by 'is own choice...well, forced 'is own choice...an' I'm...well, not doin' ta well meself, either."

There was a the ghost of a pause on Alison's part, her entire expression shifting from one of light teasing to utter seriousness. "What do you need?" she asked. "We could be there pretty fast with the 'bird," she continued, anticipating that requirement at least.

"Aye, I believe we'll need tha'. He'll...Nathan'll be bitchin' at me fer it, but I dinnae need medical folks swarmin' us if'n he decides ta pretend 'e's a fallin' tree." She glanced at her shoulder and sighed. When they had both come around a little bit, Nathan had made an improptu sling out of an old shirt of his. "Me shoulders was jus' dislocated...slightly..."

"Hank," Alison's voice was determined, even as she picked up the pagers Cain had set up the mansion staff with, and dialed his code. "I'll get Scott to fly us in, d'you take one of the trackers with you or do I tell Hank to track this call?"

"Track th' call, I thought I was comin' back via normal means. I'm in th' main capital o' Lichtenstein, though, easy enough ta find. If'n Nathan wakes up, I'll slip 'em another sedative in 'is coffee tha'll I'll make 'im."

"Gotcha. Keep the line open," Alison flipped open her cell phone this time, murmuring something to someone just out of Moira's hearing. "It's being tracked, 'bird is being prepped." A casual smile was sent the way of some students trundling down the stairs, who waved and kept right on going. "We'll be there asap, ok? Hank's going to nab the number on this too so I'll call you as soon as we're up in the air."

"Aye, thank ye." Moira smiled. "'Tis nice ta know tha' emergancy pick ups still work...jus' in somethin' much fancier than a car."

Alison chuckled, Moira being able to make a joke clearly indicating that it wans't a dire medical emergency at least. "We'll have her all spiffy and polished to impress your... friend... Moira, what's that weird buzzsaw sound in the background?"

Glancing over her shoulder into the bedroom, Moira rolled her eyes. Nathan had flopped over onto his back, taking up the entire mattress. "-Tha'- would be th' bi', bad mercanary who I'm transportin' 'ome. First time I 'eard 'im do tha' years ago, I thought a bear 'ad actually gotten onta Muir."

Clear laughter this time, resonating down the hallway. "I see," Alison said, a world of meaning in that single word. She looked down as her pager buzzed, the "ready to go" message flashing up at her clearly. "We're heading off, hanging up now. See you soon, Moira! And don't kill anyone with that coffee, mm?"

"Who, me? Me coffee wouldn't 'urt a fly, lass...an' see ye soon. Be careful, all o'ye. I'm leavin' me phone on but I need ta go check on sleepin' beauty over 'ere."

"We'll be careful," was the warm, amused reply, even as Alison grinned, the loud snoring increasing dramatically for a moment. "Bye!" And with that she set the phone down, and sprinted off towards the lower floors and the Blackbird's underground hangar.

Leaving the phone on, she headed back into the bedroom and glanced down at Nathan. Shaking her head, she threw the blanket back over him. "Rest well, ye bi' baby," she murmured before heading back into the living to catch an hour or two of sleep herself.