“I’m not.” Eve straightens up, eying first the new person — tall, smug, potential to be a threat — then the lizard. (Small, spiky, annoying and probably venomous.) “Thanks. I don’t know who lost it, but I’m pretty sure they’re missing Spike here. And judging by the way the locals are acting, it’s not friendly.”

She shakes her head, scrapes her hair back and eyes the new person again. “You want to grab that, or shall I?”