River stood at his side, discreetly glancing around at the fancy bank, eyeing everyone in it and sizing them up on whether or not they could end up being threats. "Uh, Brisa, when you spoke to Tom-- Ugh... The one at the key-shop, did he mention the box number?"
Brisa shook her head. “No, he didn’t.”
Wolfram hissed, a noise that sounded very much cat, and very little human. "Wonderful. Another road block. Exactly what we need." He glanced out the window, as if expecting Mapleshade to show up at any second.
“I guess... do we just ask someone to show us the box under your mom’s name?” Brisa suggested tentatively. I know nothing about how banks work...
"Umm...maybe? River?" Wolfram looked at River, wincing at his little knowledge of banks. I'm a adult, I should really know how these things work by now.
“Not even if we have the key?” Brisa asked hopefully, already knowing the answer.
Wolfram rolled his eyes, and was tempted to throw the metal key at her head. I wonder if it's heavy enough to knock some sense into her. He mused over the thought, before deciding ultimately that throwing it wasn't the best idea. "Well what are we going to do then? I don't have a death certificate right now, Jenna. And certaintly I don't have proof on hand that I'm her son at the moment."
