"They were drinking in this place, odds are they were bad," she muttered, somewhat defensively. But the truth was she hadn't cared much when she was fighting. She hoped any non-evil ones had run when they had the chance. Had she given them a chance? She couldn't remember.
"I don't have anywhere else to go."
The Hyperion was out of the question, she had no desire to run into any other former Sunydalers who would no doubt take one look at her and kill her on the spot. And she didn't want to drag her problems to the firehouse. She glanced up at Sam.