[There's a note of familiarity in the man's voice, though Jane knows she's never seen him before. Her gaze breaks from the destruction in the town to look at him, war fork propped over her shoulder. She came prepared for a fight, it seems.]

Um...we're travelling together as a group of our own, sir. We heard a distress call and wanted to come and help. You wouldn't happen to be the fellow who sent it, would you?

[There might also be a curious eye for that winking boy. Doesn't miss a trick, this one.]