Hook and Mercy, sometime later...
"I'd offer to help you look, but," she said, leaning a little further away from the wall. The wailing sounds hit her ear at just the wrong pitch and she rocked back a little, nearly colliding with the man's shoulder. Okay, the hotel? Not a place Mercy was ever coming again.
Once she'd straightened herself out, she jerked her head back the way she'd come. "I just came that way, it wasn't too bad--but we should probably hurry before it is." Because in a place like this, you never knew what was safe--what had seemed to be a safe haven just a day or two ago was suddenly anything but, and what was dangerous was.. what, still dangerous?
This place made her head hurt.
"I'm Mercy," she said. "Mercy Thompson. I don't think we have." She'd definitely remember a pirate with that much facial hair, though. At least, she kind of assumed he was a pirate, or else all that leather just might have indicated a rather interesting life choice.