Carrow slapped his hand to his face loud enough for it to be heard throughout the room and started shaking his head while Brooklyn got that little tirade out of her system. Two rookies, and they were both so self-righteous. Sing had his holier-than-thou enlightenment shtick, and the girl was an entitled brat throwing out accusations left and right. Great. Honestly, the Agent was surprised that Benoit didn't just kick all three of them out then and there.
He was surprised to find the harshest objection to come from Eerie, though. The way the witch laughed sent an involuntary shudder down his spine, and he was so very glad not to be in the little blonde's shoes...or Landry's, for that matter, as he saw any attempt for the rakish man to compromise get soundly swatted down by the intimidating woman. How in the world did these two even live together without a murder taking place?
Carrow wisely held his tongue throughout, knowing nothing good would come from butting his two cents into this conversation. Most of it was just between their two hosts...there was an odd dynamic there, that was sure...he supposed the proximity and the solitude with one another had brought that about. He and his wife had argued so similarly before she'd finally ditched him for good. Whatever prior relationship these two had, it seemed profoundly unhealthy on both ends. But then again, most were.
Kasimir didn't waste a second standing up and doing what he had been told needed to be done, collecting the last few dishes from the table and heading to the sink. Even Brooklyn herself seemed surprised, as if she hadn't actually expected her outburst to actually have an effect on any of them. But the Sikh had himself half-a-lifetime of sins to make up for, and was ashamed to admit that he owed the most apology to the women he had used and left in the morning without a second thought.
He tuned out as much of the quite personal conversation...or fight, whichever it was, it was hard to tell with people so...unpredictable, that Eerie and Landry had gotten themselves embroiled in, robotically washing and scrubbing without a trying to get a word in edgewise. He couldn't help but turn and stare at the witch when she found a way to toss ever more unmasked flirtation in his direction. Rather than take the teasing in stride, like he had thus far, his soft amber eyes narrowed and hardened at the woman beside him, staring intensely, and not in the playful way he had before.
Kasimir knew when he was being used for something, it had happened to him all his life. First the gangs, then the military...he was a convenient blunt instrument to be thrown at other people's problems, and usually, he didn't care.. Now he was being used some more, this time to get under someone's skin...though he couldn't be sure weather the intended target was Landry, Brooklyn, or both. And he didn't like it one bit....even less because the temptation was very, very real. Just imagining Eerie all dressed up in one of those skimpy, silky faux french-maid getup's was enough to put some sweat on his brow. He and her might have to have a talk about that, or a fight if she tried to make it one. One look at the witch told him she was no innocent...probably never had been. She had the same hard killers-eyes he saw looking back at him from the mirror each morning. He'd like to say he wasn't looking forward to the confrontation, but he'd be lying if he did.
But now wasn't the time for that, so after she not just asked, but ordered him out of the kitchen, he glanced from the alluring woman to the small girl who'd managed to draw her ire, decided there was no real danger there besides for hurt feelings on Brooklyn's part, and went back to the table to take his seat without a word. He felt a bit of guilt at the way the little blonde looked up at him as he went, hope turning to disappointment as she realized he wasn't jumping to her rescue this time, following the witches orders instead. Not getting involved just seemed like the safest move for everyone here.
When Eerie laughed at her, Brooklyn looked back at her aghast, like she'd been slapped. What the woman said made sense, it turned out this was an egalitarian household after all. If that. As she went on, it felt more and more like the diminutive witch was running things. A part of her had a firm respect for that girl-power, another woman running the show...but honestly, the blonde wondered if that label even applied to Eerie. For all she knew, the 'weapon' didn't consider herself much of a human at all.
And then, before she even got the chance to defend herself, the conversation rolled right past her and became a private affair between their two hosts. Apparently, the 'shut-in' as she described him in her indignation, had even more problems than showed on the surface, and insomnia was one of them. Brooke could sympathize...she had trouble slowing her own brain down enough to get a good nights rest, usually finding herself still online at three in the morning, body tired, mind awake. There was always more to people than they let on.
For once tonight, instead of just embarrassed, Brooklyn felt extraordinarily guilty....she'd judged too quickly, and too harshly. She didn't know these people any more than they knew her, and it wasn't as if either of them had got up this morning expecting to be hosting three strangers for the foreseeable future. Brooklyn supposed she could some little things slide while everyone was still getting their bearings, and so she dutifully returned to the sink at the shorter, wiser woman's instruction. The washed and rinsed in silence for a moment before the blonde managed to get a word out.
"I'm sorry I'm being such a pain tonight, but this is all just....overwhelming. I thought I had my head on straight when I said yes to the Agent, but I guess it took actually getting here, meeting you two and all the crazy that's happened since for it to really sink in. This is my life now, and I don't even know what I'm supposed to be doing with it." The blonde stated somberly...she was only now beginning to grasp just for deep over her head the water was here, and that she'd jumped in without a lifejacket or even knowing how to swim. That was going to have to change, or there was no way any of the rest of them would want to keep her around.