"Poor kid... She's probably got some major Stockholm syndrome." Alan noted. "Give her some space. She's as much a victim here as we are. Her cage was just more comfy."

One of the men stepped forward and spoke "Don't seem fair she gets to be the only one in comfort... Can't we get some 'comfort' of our own with her?" He said, eyeing the girl with a smirk.

Alan frowned and said "No. You're not needed here anymore. Go provide supporting fire to any groups who need it."

The smirk quickly turned into a scowl and he walked past the girl crouched near the dead sentinel. He muttered under his breath so she could hear "Soon, I'll get you to myself... Then we'll see how loud you can sing."

The men set up a perimeter, already pulling bodies to the side like they'd been doing all day. Alan quickly began to patch up Zane's crushed legs, keeping a respectful distance from the bird girl.

"NOW, Finn." Alan growled. When he lingered a bit too long around the girl.