"Bloody hell, get back here ye bastard!" Moira bellowed, limping through the keep at a speed she really shouldn't have been able to keep up. But she was used to the way her knee didn't quite work and she'd adapted to the cane fairly well.

She heard her husband cackle under his breath as he nudged the electronic wheelchair to go slightly faster. Even at his age, and with all the stuff he had forced his body to endure, he didn't need the chair.

Actually, it had belonged to Charles and Nate had just...taken it out to get some fresh air.

And to torment his wife.

He came to a screeching halt when Curt popped out from around a corner and he nearly ran right over the other head of Muir.

Curt cocked an eyebrow and glanced up. "You might want to-"

"Ow!" Nate cringed as Moira smacked him right upside the head with her cane.

"-brace yourself," Curt finished dryly.