"Harvelle." Ted said, not thinking much about it. "She runs a bar called The Roadhouse and saved me from a ghost that was trying to kill me while I was working."
It was a hell of a way to meet, but he supposed it might not have been one of the more fantastical ways that people had gotten together in this place. With everything that had gone on just since he'd been here, he supposed that people might have met while they were animals and become more than friends later. Or something.
"Not like I'm being saved." Ted shrugged. "Muggers, rodents, ghosts, lately it's like every time I turn around, I've got some kind of hero or superhero making sure I don't get chewed on or beaten up. Ted's quiet life has become Ted's bid for safety."
He knew he could save people in other ways. Just not those ways.