>>19377522Colby smiles and puts a hand on her brother's shoulder.
>"Thanks Priscilla. And maybe he can make himself useful while he's here. He knows how to weld, you know--"Bree looks at Colby.
Bree:
>"So do you!"Colby:
>"That's not.....!"Colby is cut off by the incoming text message from Sheila Foster. She looks worriedly from her phone to Priscilla Divine.
Colby:
>"It..... sounds like Nikki might be hurt, or in trouble. We should go check on her. Let's take the lambos. Bree, you can ride with me." 