[ A hand reaches out and snatches Connor by the front of his shirt, hauling him into the alley just before the creature swoops down for another attack. The space between the buildings is too narrow for it to climb down, and it caws loudly before wheeling off, frustrated by its lack of meal. Meidhbhín huffs a little, brushing her rust-coloured cloak off. Her accent is very strong, a strange muddling of various Gaelic-like tones that actually belong to none of them. ]

They might've said something about th' local wildlife going hill-for-naught on us.

[ She pats him on the head, smiling. ]

Are you all right, lad? You took quite the impressive dive out there, bit like a swan, only without th' water.