It's a bit odd to be the one being protected, but then again, Imriel's the more experienced fighter. But at least Villiers is armed. Pistol at his side, although he's low on bullets -- they're hard to find under the rubble.

"I would," he says carefully. A pause. "Intuition. I suppose that's how you know my name?"

He doesn't trust her. At all. Especially with the mysterious name-knowing.