"It's called City of Sin." Airy's voice was clear, melodic and light as it rang through the space between them. She was standing a few yards away with a cup of coffee held protectively in her palms. Her long chestnut hair was pulled back and braided on one side while the opposite side was free to fall in loose waves to her shoulder.

She was a short thing, a few inches over five feet, but had the confidence of someone twice her size.

"You don't look to go." She bit her lower lip, "I mean you look good... except for the bruises." She paused glancing around them momentarily, as if looking for whatever beat him up. "I have an in at the hospital if you want to stop in. They're pretty good at not asking a lot of questions." Considering airy had shown up after a wolf attack.