She looked around, desperately torn, but she would not move toward him. With a growl he slammed the door and she heard the sound of bolts being slammed home behind him. The three figures were staggering toward her, obviously in desperate trouble. The sirens were growing louder by the second. Running forward as unthreateningly as she could, she yelled, "Friend!" to reassure them, then grabbed the elf’s hand. He registered surprise without recognition; she thought he was either drunk or in shock.