He couldn't help but smile, "Thanks, I was going for that 'I've been through a war look.' I probably smell fantastic as well." He held out his hand to the little girl who gladly gripped his fingers. "I'm afraid we're not particularly organized. Everyone has just waded in to help where they can. We can start by getting Glori here back to her Mum at the hospital tent." The girl led the way, practically dragging Russell from the tent.
"Her Mum, Sandra, was hurt in the attack. Not too badly, luckily. I promised her I'd help Glori find Winston. The girl was distraught that she had lost him. Rightly, her Mum wouldn't let her go look for him alone." They weren't far from the hospital tent. The more seriously injured had already been taken off to St. Mungo's. The girl let go of his fingers and ran off to her mother who was sitting on a cot, her head bandaged and her arm in a sling.