"I am a cute and clever whore," Nell sassed back at Morgan, turning to face him and darting a hand out quickly to catch hold of his billy club. She slid it through her fist with another waggle of eyebrows. "And making things harder is my stock in trade."
"There's been... Things, lurking and stalking in the fog," she went on quickly. "I ain't the only one that's seen 'em. Creatures, like, or if they're men they move quicker and slicker than any man I ever seen before. Dangerous to the unwary, I'd say."