Freyja sat down at the table next to Holly, pulling a plate of chicken to her and piling some onto her plate. She could see that Holly was shaken by it, and she put her arm around her friend. "It's okay," she soothed. "I bet that guy wasn't worth five minutes of you." She was about to go on when Yagi and Drew himself entered the room. She stood, her usually warm dark eyes now like cold black stones, glaring at the both of them. How dare they hurt Holly?! She would gladly kick both their butts into next century. She glanced at Holly. It was her call. What was she going to do about it?