[Sage]

Jeanne started, not expecting to hear her name so loudly. But she turned to face Feenai, and grew pale as the other girl told her of the situation. "Mon dieu," she said to herself and thought for a moment.

"We are not natives here. The ones who the soldiers want have left. Our survival is of the highest importance now." In the distance, shouts could be heard, presumably citizens and soldiers preparing. Though she didn't know how big the army was, the fact that the others had easily slaughtered the soldiers wasn't a good sign. Still, she wasn't prepared to die for anyone.

"We cannot fight this battle for them. We could help, but...not much." Jeanne squeezed Fee's hand and began to run out of the main streets, her free hand going for her laser as a precaution. If they had to fight undead, a thin knife wouldn't be terribly helpful.

The man she had healed was opening a manhole in front of them and ushering in the others. As hesitant as she was to throw her lot in with them, the woman owed her money and they seemed more than capable of defending themselves. Jeanne watched as Lev had problems opening the manhole, and though she was not terribly strong, she took a few steps forward and tried to help him lift it.