As volunteers rush to finish the beast off and attempt other creatures from taking advantage of the fence's weakness, she helps the woman up. The thanks offered is as unexpected as it is courteous, and she gives a slight nod of her head in acknowledgement. It may take her some time to get accustomed to the fact that not everyone here who is uncertain about or unfamiliar with what she can do will also feel constant suspicion about it.

Her eyes linger on the gun for a moment before returning to the other woman's face. "I have little experience with these weapons myself. Let us hope they were right."

She gets the impression that her new ally is not much of a fighter.

"I am Morrigan."