"Just me, as far as I know. I'm not much of a fighter in the best of circumstances," Lenore says, tentatively coming forward to sit on a fallen chunk of masonry, close enough to be sociable but non-threatening. She wanted to flee the situation, to have someone to hide behind, but he was the only one here, so... well, if she was going to hide behind anyone, she was going to have to be incredibly convincing. Hopefully her big doe eyes would help her to play up the not-actually-inaccurate damsel in distress act. "So I'm grateful not to have encountered any night beasts or other possible unpleasantness. Is there something else that you're looking for, in particular?"