Hook and Mercy, sometime later...
He didn't know who this was, but she seemed familiar - in a way that everyone in Marrowood did, the human residents, that is. Perhaps Killian hadn't met her before, but now - in a state of mortal peril - was as good of a time as any. "I...well, not quite," he admitted, coughing, because breathing up here was a bit of a hardship - mostly because of the godawful smell. And he'd smelled plenty of rancid things in his day, rotting flesh and crude surgeries on pirate ships and dead bodies and blood, plenty of blood. "I was looking for someone but I don't think she's here - "
More crashing and popping meant that a row of lighbulbs had gone out, shattered into little deadly pieces, and the wailing sounds just seemed to get louder and louder.
"Perhaps we ought to find a way out together," he said hastily. "Killian Jones, have we met?"