Emma rubbed the bridge of her nose, her jaw clenched tightly. "You've gotta be shitting me."
Kurt immediately raised both hands in a defensive gesture. "Look, she's not just called Sam, alright? I've got no bloody idea what being a 'Crowley' means, but, remember... she saved all of them." He gestured toward the scattered guild members.
Paul backed him up from across the room. "She really did!"
"Thank you Paul," Kurt continued, pacing slightly. "Madam Imelda called her a Crowley. I figured she was some aristocrat who ran from home and ended up at the Foxhole. But I'm guessing that's not the case?"
Rook's expression darkened, and he dragged a hand down his face. "Crowley? That's a name I never expected to hear." He looked at Kurt with something between frustration and resignation. "Goddammit, Kurt."
Kurt blinked. "It can't be that bad, can it?"
