"Yes and she has what? Guns? Darts? Way more men then us?" Wolfram sighed, drawing his gaze over the cars one more time before looking back down at her. "I'm so, so sorry you go dragged into this. You shouldn't have to deal with me and my mentally ill stalker."Brisa nodded a little anxiously, joining him to strain for her friends. “Well, if she does come we do have Lachlan and Finlay with us. We should at least be able to hold her off until the others get here.” She said, glancing up at his worried face.