Banshee...? If not for his expression Fallon wouldn't have known what he meant. Though, when the realization sunk in a split second later it was all she could do not to turn scarlet red. She was grateful for the dim lighting then, for even if he noticed her flush he wouldn't see how tomato-like Fallon had become.

Torn between revealing her self-consciousness and hiding behind a false bravado, Fallon landed somewhere in the middle and only offered a slight chuckle in return. "First trouble, now banshee. Have you any other interesting nicknames for me?" Her tone, while confident, betrayed the mild insecurity she felt. Were they meant to remain silent during such activities? Merlin, she couldn't fathom how.

She sat on the bed near him and rolled her eyes. "Yes, bloody Moriarty." The rat bastard would be retiring soon, he hoped, but until then he remained a fixture of the status quo and treated her no better than a secretary. Fallon hadn't worked as hard as she did to be a bloody secretary. "He saved them all for me during my absence," she groaned with a gesture towards the moved pile. "Merlin knows he wouldn't know how to fully close a case if he tried."

Jesse wasn't wrong about Lachlan, but it didn't make her feel any better. She didn't know what he was capable of interim of time healing his wounds and now. Sighing, she leaned her head down on Jesse's shoulder. "Doesn't make it any easier now," Fallon admitted quietly. "Thank you for coming tonight."