"Hey hey hey!" Rosia shoved at both of them again, glaring over at Ming and then Hugh. "What the actual fuck brought this on?" One moment, they were fine, but now they were shouting at each other. It was confusing and instantly made her frustrated with people.
"We cannot trust you," Hugh admitted, looking pained as he spoke. "You didn't even let us know your real names."
"We were going to tell you when we got here," Anto explained, his voice more snappy than usual. "If you didn't flip the fuck out, all of this would have been settled by now."
"Oh, bullshit," Ming interjected. "You were just gonna feed us another batch of lies."
Anthony looked over at Fane for help. He was never much of a people person.
"Calm down, you hooligans," she huffed, frustrated but hiding most of it. "Fine, you want to know the truth? You would've gotten it anyway in a civilized manner, but I suppose we can't have that, can we?" She dug through her pocket and unearthed an old photo of her and her family when she was a child. "I'm Aeleis Rosia Fane Valhalla. Sound familiar?" She showed them the picture before they could accuse her of lying. "There's a fucking good reason why we've got aliases."
"And I am Anthony Torrino," Anto said, and although he had no way of backing up this claim, the conviction in his voice left no room to argue. "Hunted down by the same people who killed my father and my brother. The one with a 100,000 dollar bounty on his fucking head."
The four were stunned enough that Anthony felt like he could remove the deathlocks he had on the collars of Ming and Johnnie and walk over to Rosia, wincing with every step.
"Well, bloody hell," White mumbled, the first person to speak after the shocking news.
"I'm….sorry, ma'am," Hugh mumbled in a quiet voice, looking slightly sheepish. "An' sir. I hadn't ah clue."
"If you had been patient," Rosia huffed, "then you would've had a clue. What the Hell brought this up?" She helped Anthony stand without really thinking about it, letting him put most of his weight on her.
"Ming said we should just walk off," Johnnie said, still looking upset, but not enough that anyone would have to do anything about it. "Said that you couldn't lead us."
She shook her head and sighed. "I would've been leading you either way, had it been on the ship or like this. Take your pick."