"It was a crazy night," Marian smiled. "Though there's something to be said for teaming up with strangers for a shared cause." Usually for Marian that ended up being more of a 'joining in protests' and less of a 'hunting demon dogs escaped from hell'.
"Can I get you a drink?" she asked Qebhet, leading her through into the little kitchen. "I have tea and beer, basically." She opened the fridge. "Or... the fixings of a gin and tonic, it looks like."