Girl's not doing much fighting either, other than an odd sucker punch as she weaves through the crowd. She's not here to get more blood on her hands. It's pack business and none of her reservations were strong enough to keep her away.

She slides to Laura's side in the middle of the night, walking up skittish and wincing sympathetically at the poor soul Laura's trying to tend to. She offers antiseptic wipes from her back pack. "Emptied a bunch of first aid kits. Figured we could use it."