Daniel switched to Spanish along with her, the change as natural as breathing with about as much thought given to it. Maybe he was being just a little sentimental, but at least she had living family. And Eva and her sister couldn't stay pissed at each other for the rest of their lives. Or maybe they could. Eva seemed like she was more than willing to give it a shot.

"Maybe so, but would it hurt to try to talk to her, see if you can work things out one last time?" Daniel tried.

They stopped at the table. She didn't have the same flinch reaction that Hiccup did, but neither had Marco. It made sense. They'd both seen war and violence, and corpses to go along with it. One dessicated husk wouldn't even lift an eyebrow. "Three classes. The lower tiers could easily have more, but three main upper classes."

Mack-obb. Funny. So funny he cringed. It was like something out of Jack's mouth. Too bad he couldn't just take back the last fifteen seconds and pretend it never happened. Daniel gave her a very long, pained look.

"I was going to name him Bob," Daniel said dryly. "No, I don't know who shot him, but I do believe he was either of the scholar or priest class. " After a beat, he said, "Marco stopped by earlier today by the way. I can see where he gets the sense of humor from."