Firefly Glen where the wild things are

A quiet man. A man cloaked in shadows. She tilted her head as he spoke, fascinated by the sound of his voice. It was a nice voice, she thought. But that didn't mean he was a nice man.

Hello, She echoed, still studying him. Are you alone? That was important, very important. If he wasn't alone, she couldn't stay. Not here. Not when there were others surely hunting her for what she had done.