She's heard that sound before, but doesn't recall it on any sort of conscious level. His voice, however, is enough to draw Darcy out from around a bend in the hall. She'll be needing repairs to her clothes again, it seems. Blood has soaked into the tops of both sleeves, making torn fabric and torn skin stick together in a mess. Her right leg is in a similar state, though it's easier to see the deep gouges in her skin there. It's no surprise that she moves with a limp as she draws toward him.

"I know I've said I owe you like fifty times already, but I owe you."