Redsand Canyon she told me not to step on the cracks

The girl, Hela, talks like every word is costing her. She reminds him of Finley in that they are both misers who sleep sitting up with a loaded pistol on their nightstand.

He sits down next to her. Discomfort wracks him, but he does not let it show. She gives her name, and as the rainwater drips off of his chin, he gives his. Colin. And then, as an afterthought: Donovan brought you here? He asks as if he is expecting a yes as an answer. 

Donovan, a wolf in a business vest bursting at the seams, their mighty proselytizer-- like a Jehovah's witness, though infinitely more dangerous.

Hela exudes the same kind of danger. She almost makes him wish that he had a weapon on him too. As for her, it didn't matter. She was the weapon, herself.