[i]"Where am I? And who the hell are you?"[/i] Well, not the most promising start, but Galahad would just have to work with it. The girl was still slumped on the cot, having the appearance of someone in great pain, but going to lengths to hide it. He could relate to that, after what had happened tonight. As soon as she had spoken up Aaron had leapt behind him, like Shaggy jumping behind Fred in a Scooby-Doo cartoon. It woulda been comical if it wasn't so pathetic. Galahad, with the Doctor's help, had already stripped most of the armour, the only pieces left on him being the breastplate and the boots, and with the battering he had taken earlier he really wasn't up to another rumble so soon, even if he had been inclined to fight the girl. Instead he just raised his arms slowly into the air, like a man surrendering. 

“Easy now, we don't mean you no harm. . .” he began, but was interrupted by Aaron chirping in from behind.

“In fact you should be thanking us, we saved you!” Galahad didn't miss the fact that it was now the plural [i]we[/i] that had done the saving, but decided to ignore for now. 

“Your sitting on a cot situated in an abandoned Subway station in the old East-End,” Aaron made a sound akin to a mouse's eep at the reveal of their secret base “And yes, you can leave whenever you want. You can call me Galahad, and this is. . .”

“Oh no you don't, you can spill your own secrets to our mysterious guest, but do me the favour of leaving mine well enough alone!” Shrieked his friend, his voice sounding vaguely metallic from behind the welders mask. Galahad shrugged in response. 

“This is the Blacksmith.” The vigilante edged towards a table which was stacked high with papers and designs, complex looking mathematical equations that were obviously plans for Aaron's next armour designs. He pulled out a chair slowly and sat down, a look of pure bliss passing across his face as he settled his weary frame. Then he continued.

“You passed out in that high-rise. Usually I woulda left you too it, but the SWAT were closing in and I reckoned you'd rather stay outta prison orange. Seems your partner killed a cop tonight, which I'm gonna have to have words with him about, sooner rather than later.” He left her to think about that while he turned to Aaron.

“Make yourself useful and make me some coffee huh? Maybe a sandwich too. And mind a good host would ask the guest if they want anything too.” If it was possible to look outraged in a blacked out mask, then the Doctor managed it, but stomped through to the kitchen nonetheless, grumbling the whole time about the injustices visited upon him.