"No." She brandished her finger again, then snatched the decanter out of the women's hands and took a large gulp, not even bothering to fill a glass. "Absolutely not. For one, I wouldn't be quick to consider his face friendly among the Order at the moment." She sighed, rocking back on her heels. "I'll get in touch with my sister's. They have connections I can stand to exploit for whatever they decide the cost is, especially if it means I'll get my son back. I swear if I find out this is the IRA's doing, I will burn down the whole bloody island if that's what it takes."