Lucy woke, stretching her arms above her head to alleviate some of the stiffness in her joints. She had become used to falling asleep on the ground in her recent traveling, but her body still ached for the comfort of a bed come morning. Rubbing her eyes, the events from the night replayed themselves in her head. She remembered Hunter, ringing back Marie. He'd tried to take her as well and was difficult to calm, but she smiled at his sleeping form. He was as much of a mercenary as when she'd first met him, relying on his instinct alone. The same instinct had brought back Marie, she'd noted, who she was less happy to see. If not for the circumstances, she'd have torn into the girl for the trouble she caused.
Aside from the white wolf he'd gone to save, Hunter came back alone. Lucy didn't mind leaving Johnathan and Gwen, assuming that they'd opened her cuffs and gone away. When the pair returned with two strangers, she was unhappy to see that the thief was injured, and that Johnathan had been unconscious. She'd jumped to the conclusion that Gwen had ambushed Johnathan, but that didn't explain the presence of the two girls, or the deep wound on Gwen's arm. She'd turned her eyes upon the strangers, ready to berate them for whatever they had done to the two. She did not get very far before being forced to drop her questions until later, everybody being exhausted.
Now that they had all rested, she readied herself to resume her verbal assault on the two. "So," she began, loud and harsh, not caring if the girls had woken up yet "would either of you two care to explain why the hell you brought back two of our group members in that condition?" she asked, gesturing to Johnathan and Gwen with her dagger. "I could easily take you out if I feel like you're lying." She bluffed, fixing her eyes on the smaller of the two. It was clear by her tone that she was accusing them of something, though she didn't know what.