Jason let go of his sister only long enough to find her a chair and pull it up so she could sit down on it. "Sit," he insisted quietly, looking at Spectre. "Yeah," he agreed, "Let's take you home," he said, knowing that keeping his calm was becoming more and more difficult. He hadn't seen what Paula had done to Giles, but he sincerely hoped that it was a complete mess.

He went to hold Deirdre again, the stupid flower in his buttonhole all crushed and in the way. He reached and ripped it out with one quick movement, before throwing it on the floor, irate that someone could do this to his sister.