It was hard not to make a sour face, and she was damn sure Jace could read her like any of the books on her many shelves. Kara steeled... kept her face straight, lips in a tight line as Casey spoke. He brought in all outside factors, Trevor, the others from the fallen organization he'd been trying to bring back over. People like Lucy, who she'd recognized, were an easy call to make when it came to vetting and pulling in for more reserves, more allies. The others? His partner in all of this, Ianto, Kara still had very little to read in way of getting to know whether or not he'd be faithful enough to stick around. It was already on tremulous grounds, thin ice, whether or not Ianto or some of the other followers would stay, which meant she'd probably need to mask or move Tutaminis if and or when the time came.
Her glare hardened when Casey was finished, but her blue-green eyes were eventually cast down to focus on something on her desk, a dark green glass paperweight in the shape of a raven, seated on top of her paperwork. She breathed in deeply through her nose, then out softly, and slowly. Was it pertinent? Well, yes and no. Jace asked a straightforward question that rendered a straightforward answer, yet even now, after asking for the umpteenth time to be upfront, Casey didn't want to answer the question. Kara didn't know when she picked up a pen, but she was twisting it by its ends in her hands, fidgeting with it so tightly that the metal nearly. Aluminium, or some cheap ass material. She didn't like that pen anyway, it was more of a fidget tool to keep her from scribbling notes on her parchment. Her tongue slowly ran over her lips and when she brought those eyes up again, aimed straight at Casey. "Communication, right?" She snipped. "You said we need to communicate better." He might have forgotten about it, but just months ago, when Jace was first brought into the Order's fold, as loose-allies at best, Casey once held her and told her they would be better than this. He said they needed to communicate better if they were going to make this work. "I know that we said before that we would try not to let personal matters get in the way of professional dealings, but right now, they are one in the same."
It was then, Kara knew for a fact, one hundred percent, that they would never be able to separate the two dealings. Not while all of these parties were involved, not while he was fresh out of this coup, having taken everything away from the woman he once loved.
However, this wasn't going to be a typical outburst, like when Evie used to be brought up in their conversations, though the connotation there was fairly similar to those times. This was a political gathering, a strategic meeting, a place they were trying to lay down the facts, and dodging certain items of interest like this one, was beyond frustrating. Was he still protecting her? Even if he said she'd gone mad with obsession over her husband-or-ex-husband's demise, Jace wanted to know. So she decided to finally speak up, and speak out. Her eyes darted over to Jace, and she looked him square in the eye. "Evie is Casey's ex-wife." She slightly raised a brow, that could be missed if one wasn't paying attention, as that was said with a tone that was as cold as ice. Her expression towards Bryden might have spoken to him as if to say: do with that, what you may.
She let the apparent draft that blew into the room after that announcement settle for a moment before nodding. The conversation would continue, it'd lingered on this topic for a bit longer than she felt was necessary and moved to address Casey's next proposal and point. Kara leaned back into her chair, her elbows on the rest, her hands still tightly twisting and fiddling with the pen. "Not everyone will stay, I know that for a fact. If not by my hand, then of their own accord. I can already confidently say I'm not keeping anyone who questions my authority, your influence, or Jace's allegiance--that is if either of you choose to stick around after any of this. Whether or not you guys believe this, it's the strongest I've ever seen the Order stand in numbers, strength and unity since I joined years ago--barring anything that might have happened when I was in Azkaban--but I believe we have a solid as hell foundation to keep us going after this initial move."
It might have seemed backhanded to make a harsh remark about hiring and firing then compliment the status of the organization, but for once, Kara held a confidence in where they stood as the Order, that most of her nerves over their upcoming plans were fading away.