Delilah Chase was at the safe house for a singular purpose, and that purpose killed her. Nevertheless, talking with Julian was the only way she would get things to move forward in their mission. With any luck, the bloke would have had the common sense to keep trying to build confidence with his father and mother and would have some information by now. But this was Julian Winslow. He wasn't exactly known for much aside from brooding, being Trevor's adopted baby boy (for all intents and purposes), and being an expert at runes. While some might disagree, to Delilah this was hardly a proper resume for boosting her confidence in him. Deeds, action, however? That could change her mind. There had to be a reason he had been sent back with her. Then again, Trevor Williams had lost it in their future. Perhaps he had just seen it as a way to get the bloke away from their hell hole and give him a fighting chance.
Delilah sighed, too annoyed with the morning thus far to waste much further time on such thoughts. She needed to find Julian, though she had hardly sent an owl. What if he didn't even stay here anymore? What if he had moved on or was off with his mother?
Those in the safe house regarded Delilah with a certain degree of standoffishness, and she could hardly blame them. While those in the Order had heard their tale, not everyone in the safe house had, and she had had a presence in the press lately. She would be suspicious herself given the circumstances, yet much to her relief, no one attempted anything worse than refusing to answer her question with more than a shrug when she asked where Julian was.
Eventually, Delilah found herself on the grounds sitting on the fountain ledge. If she sat here long enough, maybe Julian would come about. And at the very least, she would have a moment to herself to breathe and try to de-stress. Julian probably didn't deserve her ire.