"Missing?" she asked, taken aback. "Since when?" Then she waved her hand. "Hold that thought, come on in here, sit down." She led them into the living room, grabbing an old beach towel for him to sit on. Blood was a bitch to get out of fabric.
"So you basically freed a bunch of people from...what, her torture headquarters?" she asked. "Fuck, that's so terrible. Are they going to be OK?"