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As soon as Jordan made his jab at Braego, Freya knew that one of two things was going to happen: either Jordan's body parts would be flying everywhere, or Braego would have enough sense to chill the fuck out. While, in truth, he hadn't chilled the fuck out, he separated himself from Jordan. But she had a gut feeling he was going to do something really stupid. 

Which is why she promptly stood up and power-walked out of that room (after fixing Jordan with a momentary death-glare) and after her brash older brother. As soon as she caught up to him in the hallway, she seized his wrist. Although he could have immediately ripped his wrist from her grasp, she hoped he'd stay cool long enough to hear her out. 

"Braego. Listen. I know Jordan's an ass, and I know that you're pissed that everyone's goofing around and not getting down to business, but don't do anything stupid. Really. If you try to do it by yourself, I have a gut feeling something bad's gonna happen to you. Which is why you're not going. You're going right back into that room, and that Lively woman's going to tell us everything else we need to know, and then, as a team, we are going to complete this mission. Okay?" She gave a pleading look after her rant, trying to appeal to the logical Braego.