“Nothin’ a stiff drink won’t fix,” she said, getting to her feet as if to prove a point. “Name’s Adelaide, but most folks round here call me Addie,” she said, holding out a hand. “Them buggers are tricky enough to deal with, I reckon we got lucky,” she remarked, glancing back down the street just in time to see Darcy and an unfamiliar man heading back towards her. Even from a distance, she could see the man’s eyes were too pale for him to be human, and the wounds on his side looked far too nasty for any human to survive, let alone be up and walking around after. But when Darcy reached them, her first priority was to check on Addie.
“I’m fine, really. Gonna hurts like hell in the mornin’ but nothing serious,” she said, shaking her head. “Looks like your friend there’s got bigger problems.” Darcy seemed to be in agreement as she turned her attention to him, and Addie turned back to Manny. “I better check what damage was done to my tavern. Could probably use an extra pair of hands,” she remarked. He looked strong, or at least, stronger than her, which was useful in a clean up operation like this.