[ she'd come here for a purpose, spurred by whatever adrenaline she'd had left from the scuffle to make her far braver than she would normally be. but the second she's ushered in, and the backdrop of the evening falls away with the quiet close of the door behind him, marta feels her fear returning to her, manifesting in a slight tremor to her hands that she tries to smother with harsh grips to her arms. ]

Bandits. They came in late last night while everyone was asleep.

[ now it's her turn to look him over, searching for any evidence that he'd been out there too. there's nothing accusatory in her look, just the same sort of concern mirrored back at him. ]

They're gone now. Chased away or... or they got what they came for.