The Tangle welcome to the panic room

My wife and I do, she answered, considering him a moment.  He was respectful enough, but since they'd taken over, it seems the only souls they'd come across had been men;  nice enough, hard to place any real trust in.  She'd been colored by a history of seemingly wasted chances, but Rusalka was also small.  She could afford to be picky; she could not afford to be biased.

Do you run with a crew nearby? she asked, thinking of the pack Dantalion had spoken of.  She hadn't given it a name, but she assumed they would know of them in a matter of time.

WC: 104