Darcy was unable to shake the feeling that they were making a huge mistake. At the very least, they should have consulted with Erik before acting so impulsively. While she was more or less used to making decisions on the fly and then later dealing with the consequences, now that she'd seen most of Puente Antiguo destroyed, she was less inclined for the time being to be all that reckless.

She considered leaving town for a few days, taking a little trip to visit friends, but leaving Jane alone with this stranger was not an option, nor was leaving him alone in their home.

"We're going to wind up murdered and stuffed in a dumpster one day," Darcy muttered as she headed back to the car, only belatedly registering the guy's equally bizarre name. It suited him somehow, even if it sounded feminine to her. The British were weird folk.

She was fiddling with the radio by the time the others joined her, Jane chatting animatedly about her work, giving Leita a crash course in everything that had happened. Well, almost everything; she skirted around meeting an alien from outer space who happened to be built like a truck. Just because Leita was aware of the 'artifact' didn't mean he knew anything beyond that.

Unable to find anything decent on the radio, she shut it off and instead butted into the conversation. "What exactly did you do with the hammer again?: