[Funkduder]

"Oh no you don't," Michael called to the red cloaked woman. Although she didn't have her cloak on her, necessarily, he couldn't just call her by her name, because he didn't know it, or as his former employer, because he was never employed by her. Opening his rucksack for his rations, he tried to keep a constant conversation, to keep her from dozing off into possible comatose. "You know, for someone who looked so beautiful before, I can only wonder what down there made you look like total crap now." He passed her a chocolate bar, the only one in his week's worth of rations.
"Well it's a bit less than a week's worth after today."
"Eat up, hun. I still need you to help me since the my friend by the boxes can barely hold himself awake. By the way, Altiel," Michael said turning towards the old man, "save your energy. That battle took way too much out of you before, and there's no telling if anything else is out there."
Moving towards the manhole, again, he reached his arm down, hoping to help another one of the new visitors out of the sewer.