The sound of gunfire drew him, echoing as it did off the mountains at the inn's back. There weren't many in the inn who had the weaponry and the loud retort of the gun sounded different than Mac's sleekly designed yet oddly battered firearms.

Which left Snow and he had seen how she'd treasured her gun and how little ammunition she had left. Percy slipped a small pack into his coat pocket and followed the gunfire to its source. The slim girl with her dark hair on her knees struck him hard. He'd seen his sister in that despair.

For a moment, he hesitated. He was not, by anyone's measure, good with people. But he couldn't turn away from the girl either. Vex would have his head.

"Snow?" he called from a good distance away, giving her plenty of time to wave him off.