Jania finally makes it onto the roof, breathing hard. "...The reprive was comin' o'er... (huff) the brig o' Banff... (gasp)To let Macpherson free... (puff)But they pit.... (huff)the clock a quarter afore... (gasp) And hanged him to a tree." she finishes breathlessly singing as she nears Vultana and the wolf. Vultana'll be able to see her easily, and the out-of-tune, panting singing should have got his attention quite clearly.<br/><br/>____________________________________________<br/>Mad blinks as she steps up into the garbage truck, leaning on the wall "Agression... anger..." She says. "Someone was really pissed off here. Berzerking. It..." She waves a hand to try and help her think of the right word  "...tastes like Jania. She must've found an ally in trouble, 'cause she's not here."<br/><br/>"Jania's not here? Ah hell..." Baz growls. "Then where is she? We lost Sara today, I'm not losing another one of my friends today- whether it's your lot Halvorson, or a Slayer. I'll not have another friendly death." He heads towards the back  of the truck after stocking up on shotgun shells from the truck's cache "I'll either go it alone or you can come with me. Either way, get Karogen and the old man outta here!"