[Salone]

"What the hell is going on?"

Lev sputtered over his own coughs and wheezes, wondering how everyone had caught up to him so easily. Apparently his time stalking at made him easy to catch up to. No matter.

He stood straight, ignoring the blood oozing from his body. He took a few cautious steps towards Michael and the stranger, eyeing them both up. The words that Kas had spoken seemed to drip with poisonous oil. At least, to Lev's ears. Just having him around made him stand on edge. He bit back a scathing remark.

Walking to the two, he turned around quickly and put both his arms around them. He pulled them in with a false hug, staring back at the Nephilim.

"You could know, you know. If you simply asked. This man is Michael, travels with Rue. I am to end her. This woman, I do not know."

He turned his head, looking at the girl. Something...put him off, about her. Something he couldn't quite place. She didn't look like much, but she was unnerving all the same. And out here, he had learned that looks don't count for much anymore. With a forced grin that looked more like hunger than anything, he addressed her.

"Our 'friend' here is a Nephilim. Do not give him your name. If horse has name, do not give him name either."

He looked back, noticing Michael's arm. He frowned, noting that it looked painful.

"Na'lsa will fix that, Michael. The next time he comes out, anyway."