Mairi takes a deep breath. "Okay. I'll tell you what. Let's make a deal, carrot and stick. I'll give you a statement, a real juicy one, of my own free will, so that you're off the hook from prowling for a bit. I do this out of the goodness of my heart, as a food provider for the town. Alright?"

However, she steps toward him again, squaring up. "But if you fuck with Phil, Dimitri, John Rambo, or anyone wearing one of these---" She holds up her hand and gestures to a pewter ring. "---I will make you regret it. I know where you live, and I know you hang around West Dream Analytics sometimes. I will find you, and when I do, I will pull all of the water out of all of your blood and I will drown you with it. Am I clear?"