[Easy as it'd be to overlook the small, huddled shape in the chaos of the attack, Roland does notice it. The red hair only helps, and it's that which convinces him. Looks familiar. And as far as he can tell, all the larger needs of a city under attack are already being taken care of. It'll hurt nothing to stop for this one thing.]
[Keeping half an eye on the pixie, he nears Samantha and hunkers about an arm's length away, ignoring the snow being thrown over them both.]
478 Late
[Keeping half an eye on the pixie, he nears Samantha and hunkers about an arm's length away, ignoring the snow being thrown over them both.]
Mrs. Grey? How badly are you hurt?