She was sitting on the curb, head down, shuddering, covered in gore. Marcus told the others to finish their sweep of the area and sat down next to her.
When she had calmed down enough to hear him, he said, “Rich is finding a towel.”
“I keep telling you to take a step back before you fire.”
Rich walked up with a jug of water and a bath towel. “Don’t drink it, I think it’s rainwater.”
“Thanks,” Marcus said, and then gestured for Rich to clear off.
“Sorry I lost it.”
“S’okay. It’ll be my turn next.”