"I'm fine," Svetlana snapped, quickly picking herself up off the ground before Peter could help her. She brushed the shards of wood from her clothes, and flexed the arm that had taken the brunt of the impact.

Mary followed with Thomas, and even dressed for cool conditions, she shivered against the cold. "Yes." Their entrance hadn't been quiet, and if anybody at all were here, their attention would have been drawn. Mary kept on her guard. They were probably going to have company soon enough. "Stay sharp."