<br/>Sarah Jane bit her lip and then scratched her before drinking more of her tea, she had even given Horlicks a cuppa too. As the dog preferred that, over her namesake drink. She certainly looked very troubled with her brow so furrowed. It was then the young hunter drew her legs up a little protectively. Not of course from Vince, for he had been nothing but a gentleman, a paragon of virtue, but it was from the words he spoke.<br/><br/>“Yeah fink vey will blaady cam after as…yeah fink vey will be like vem ones we had ta  fight last fackin’ time.” Almost as if in memory of the encounters Sarah Jane rubbed her wounds. “Do yeah know anyfing about vese …” she struggled to find the words “creatures will be like…” Another question passed her lips after slurping down the rest of her tea. “Do yeah know anyone vat might know, look I am fackin’ scared now.” That much was obvious as the tension passed over her slight body. She was still looking rather skinny but at least a little healthier than when Vince had first met her. Thanks to him and his good will of course<br/>