From the Victorian sash windows, Delores watched everything unfold between Ace and Matthews. When she heard Ace's ultimatum to Janice, she turned to the latter, finding her casually sipping coffee with the other girls, completely ignoring him, Delores sighed, shaking her head in dismay before advising her, "Janice, you need to talk to him while he's still willing to listen. The more you avoid him, the angrier he'll get."
"Relax, Delores. Those Apaches can't even scratch the house's defenses as long as it's anchored to the ground," Janice waved her off dismissively, choosing to focus on her coffee instead.
"No, you wake up," Delores snapped. "I've used his rail rifle. That enabled me to punch a hole through a void-tier curseling. And that wasn't even its full power. I don't think your curse tool can withstand its wrath."