Ginevra wasn't wanting Darren to go and do whatever his mind could come up with to them. She was, of course, worry that he would get hurt... or worse, killed in the process. They were possibilities and it seemed her expression told him she was thinking what he guessed. Her eyebrows coming down towards each other again, she frowned. "You can't tell me not to worry, it's just not possible." she told him, her voice noting how stubborn she was going to be about it if he was planning anything. Shaking her head, she looked right into his eyes before he could look away again. "They did and they should pay, but you don't have to be the one to make them." Hearing his last question, she didn't smile or so any sign of change with her expression. "I wasn't lying when I said my mom needed me." she said, shrugging lightly but holding back some. She'd tell him more later, as he had no clue that there was more.