Hecate heard the kind voice of the young women as she reunited with Hecuba, and the understandably cautious inquiry that followed. "My name is Darcy," she called back from the hallway, using one of her aliases because the voice belonged to a mortal. "I'm a private detective, here with my partner. We're looking for a woman named Luna Olmos." Luna was here, she was sure of it, but with a fresh and violent death hanging over this house she wanted to be sure the other young woman knew that Hecate and Qebhet were not here for harm. Just in case she had a cautious gun pointed at the doorway before Hecate stepped through.
There was no gun, instead Hecate saw one woman standing protectively in front of another, and her heart went out to them both. "It's alright, we're friends. Luna, you're hurt?"