He's a thing to see at his full height. Half that of a Lycan but more than a normal man. He'd been something to see fall too. Like giants of the stories her father told her once, come crashing down. She hoped not to see it again. Instead, she waits, like it comes easy, as he goes through the motions, taking stock of his surroundings, what's available to him.

See what he'd do, maybe he would go out swinging, she wouldn't blame him. It feels an easier option than handling this mess. But he just seems to look, elects to do otherwise, and -

Reaches down to her. She regards it momentarily, he far too easily dwarfs her as her hand slips up, grips hard to his forearm and lets herself be pulled. Granted, she probably weighs nothing to him, it's not like she'd be much of a burden. It gives her an excuse, stumbling forward into him as she comes up, a too wide step as she gets her footing that tumbles closer than perhaps she need be.

It gives her the excuse she wants, murmuring soft and low to his ear for a half second. "They've got no firearms, just swords, but ability enough in them. They say there is a war on." A quick relay of information and her own assessment, one soldier to another - since apparently this group is together now. "Might be worth waiting until we know more."