The word [i]reinforcements[/i] slowed Rosie to a stop. [i]Aw, hell,[/i] she thought. Gascon's words [i]willing to help[/i] pulled at the corner of Rosie's mouth. "Aw, hell," she said out loud. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Twenty minutes was not much time to high-tail it out of here, let alone convince her companions to do the same. They were treating this far too casually. If they were lucky, it was only a few brutes coming to shake things up. The unfortunate second edge of that sword was if it was a small crew coming their way, they would be part of a bigger organisation. Rosie reached a hand toward Svetlana to cut through the conversation and spoke slowly and carefully. "How many are there and who do they work for?"