The nausea rises in the back of her throat. She hadn't thought that Markus would find her so quickly. Leaning on Derek, she lets him lead her upstairs. Collapsing on the couch, she buries her face in her hands. Markus is an asshole on his good days. If he's hurt Senora Montoya... or any of the children. Carlos still has four siblings at home.

Brigid doesn't look up. "There's more in the car. Isaac, would you mind?" She needs something to focus on. Going outside hurts right now and she needs to contact Carlos and his mother.

"No, of course not." He carefully closes the door behind him.

Her hand reaches out and rests on the top of the book. "It's not going to be long before his Emissary contacts the one here." It'll probably be in an email, maybe a phone call, maybe some... mysterious druid way that she doesn't know about. "I know the vet knew about the arrangement between us, and it probably won't take long before word gets back to him that I'm here, anyway." Druids had weird ways of finding things out. She wouldn't be surprised if there is something surrounding the city... now she's just making things up to panic herself.

Brigid swallows and tears well in her eyes. She hadn't meant to bring trouble to Derek's door. Her only thought had been to get to him, to find out if it was true. Nothing else. "I'm sorry, Derek. I didn't mean to bring trouble. I just..." No, there's no excuse, no reasoning. "I'm so sorry. If you don't want to deal with the trouble..." She looks up at him. "I understand." An easy out for him. Brigid doesn't want to leave. Her heartbeat tells that truth. But if he can't, if he doesn't want to, she'll go, and she'll understand.