Galen nodded. "We'll keep you safe, then get somewhere to talk."

A teenaged girl dressed all in black, looked like a velvet shirt and pants, black sneakers, long black hair. Her face was set and serious but there was a wildness to her eyes and there was almost a feeling to her, like you'd almost expect to see a tail lashing behind her.

"Why didn't you go with them?" she demanded.

"Backup. I have your back if this gets hairy," he said flatly.

"We don't have time to fight, but we will have this out later. I don't need protecting, I'm expendable," she snapped.

"As much as I am. Let's just get to work," he said. "Who IDed the slayer as a slayer?"

"Faiyth," she said, flatly. "Saw it over the feed and called it in just after I noticed Ash."

"And she's hunting him? For sure?" he asked.

"Not for sure, but we have to stop the mall from becoming a bloodbath."

He nodded. "Agreed."

"And her?"

"She'll stay close, we'll keep her safe."

"We will?"

"You will," he said firmly. "I trust in you."

She growled. "Let's just haul Ash out of here." She pivoted on her heel and stalked off another way. Galen grinned and followed.