Airlie was somewhat lost for words at this point. Part of her was wondering if Rory and Ealasaid had known Alistair was in New York. If not Rory, Eala would have without a doubt, which probably meant Rory by default. Rory knew exactly 100% of all of Eala's business. Some made the mistake of joking that he was her bitch and usually ended up on the rude end of a pissed off Scotsman who never not carried a phosphorus revolver with him at all times. He wasn't her bitch, he was her protector, which meant he knew everything about her, and that included intimately. She was blindsided here and wary as a result of it. It was hard for her to shake that he had taken her against her will, but the aggression wasn't there that had been in the past. She just didn't know what was supposed to happen next.

"I-I dinnae... we dinnae..." she stammered, but she wasn't sure where the words were trying to take her. She paused and drew her lower lip between her teeth. On stage, she could have all the confidence in the world. Off it, her confidence had taken a beating. "You're here, I'm there. What is this even supposed to be?" She had no answers there. She was hitting a brick wall and was overwhelmed by what his presence was supposed to mean. She knew this wasn't staged or anything, because she had come here on her own fruition. But now what?