Wichita grunted as the piece of wood hit her arm. She nearly fell over but braced herself onto the wall. She shook her head as she caught her breath, not getting a good look at the girl yet. "No. No, you did the right thing. I was wondering when that fucker was going to show his face. There's already been a Freddy Kruger sighting and Princess Bea supposedly faced Jason."
She reached out to take the girl's hand, noticing the cut on her leg. "We should get going, just in case he's still around. You need to get that looked at." She held the girl close, helping to make sure she could move quickly enough to get away safely. "I'm Wichita, by the way."