Fish showed up at the restaurant, the restaurant where the snitch she sent to die was working, obviously infuriated out of her mind. Her jaw was tight and her gaze was intense, though, she softened when she saw you.
"My dear girl…" she said, looking at you lovingly. "I didn't know such a fuss would be seen here. I sent you to a place I trusted, I respected, someplace where I thought you'd be free from witnessing violence, but I was very, very wrong, and I apologize for that." Her voice grew harsh the more she spoke. "You might want to excuse yourself, at least until I leave."
You nod, your eyes wide. "Yes, Miss Mooney."
"I'll explain your absence to Maroni, I'm sure he'll be alright with it." Her smirk scares you a little.
"Thank you, Miss Mooney."
Oswald had scratches on his face, along with a wide smile, days later when you saw him at work. You have no idea what went down while you were out, but it must have been something complicated.
"I missed you the other day," he mentions. "You left so suddenly, I didn't even get to tell you goodbye."
"Miss Mooney dismissed me," you explain. "She gave me a job here because it's safer than the club, but the mob started using this place more often soon after I got here. Or, more accurately, soon after you got here. She's trying to make up for that."
"She is such a kind person, isn't she?" He's blatantly sarcastic.
"She is, to people who are loyal to her."
He puts his hand over his heart. "You wound me, miss." Chuckling, he closes the distance between the two of you. He leans close to your face. "Loyalty doesn't matter when you're an informant. Whoever will benefit you the most is who you work for, that's all. Fish just couldn't make an offer good enough for me to keep my mouth shut. Or maybe…" he trailed, getting even closer. Whispering, he continued, "Maybe I just like to watch things burn."
He recedes, silently smiling at you. Then, like he always does after saying something important, he waddled away without another word, leaving you to stew.