"Oh," she said looking around again. The man looked small in comparison to the one he called 'Franky'. She laughed softly at the realization. "Well...if you wish him to survive he will need treatment. I would be glad to help, but if you think he will survive I would much rather retreat elsewhere." The smell of blood had hit her, bringing back intense memories and a certain carnal craving to make her own kill. She glanced at Jack again and smiled. He did seem a simple oaf if intensely imposing.