After Susan had made sure the rest of her family was alright and that her sister was being tended to before going back out into the fray. She ignored the bruises she had from the day before and stood firmly on the rooftop of the house Caspian had helped her get up to. She'd promised to stay there and was picking out her targets when she could, shooting every single arrow straight so that none were wasted, and she hit her shot every time. Thankfully, the hounds didn't make for difficult targets.
As she lowered her bow after a shot, Susan glanced in the direction of the man who spoke. "I am, yes. Are you?" Her London accent made it clear exactly where she was from.