Kelly leapt on the change of subject like a pouncing cat. "They'll be okay," she said quickly, more in the tone of something wanting to make it happen than because it was the truth. Then she took a breath and slowed down. "They will be," she said more certainly. "A few of them had really bad nights after they found out someone had been hiding a gun in the shelter, and one or two have been set back a little, but we'll make sure they'll be okay."

Somehow. Just by working on them. Sometimes setbacks happened. They weren't usually so explosive, but they did, and the shelter volunteers just carried on and did what they needed to do.

She snorted. "You've done enough, thanks. Just tell us that Marr is locked away in a very dark place for a very long time, like, I don't know, a million years. That should make some of them feel better, if they know she's not a threat anymore."