Still holding the girl. She seemed to be on the verge of having a breakdown, it was cold to admit but they needed all the help they could get, and she needed help. 

Looking over she saw that Junks still alive. Of all the people who died he had somehow made it here nigh unscathed. Devil looks after his own it seems. The ring was gripped tightly in her hand, having exploited the pepper spray shock. Victoria might have been a cripple, but her mind was not. Quick thinking and problem solving was a skill illness had not robbed her of. 

Giving him a very old british middle finger salute. It was well earned, was it this place. A strange anger... She wanted to hurt him... More than her anger should had been.. 

[i]"seems you returned home junks."[/i]

[@Jaded][@knifeman]