Emma stood in the doorway, blowing steam through her nostrils. She didn’t flinch at the sight of Kat’s black eye, though it would only have served to infuriate her more, nor did she give Sinclair the satisfaction of reacting to his pathetic attempt at bravado.
"Stand down" she said coldly, her voice low and coiled. "You have no idea what you’re dealing with."
She was supposed to be dead. Their little plan didn’t work, and now she was there, in his doorway. She counted on it being enough to give him pause, to at least consider that he might have to tread carefully around her, or else:
"if you don’t start talking, something is going to come collect its due. From you, personally, not your little club. Maybe me. Maybe something far worse."
She took a few deliberate steps into the room, not breaking eye contact.
"Give me what I want, and I’ll forget this entire thing ever happened"
Rolls
Persuade an NPC (+Heart) - (2d6+4)
(34) + 4 = 11