Cole grit his teeth as he watched the men surround them. He had to admit, even to himself, that he was impressed by Alyssa's fighting spirit. However, it was a spirit that this boardwalk rat did not share... He looked toward the back door, now entirely certain that Flea was safely on the other side, running to fetch her folks. "Well, Captain," he said in his showman's way as his eyes scanned the small ring of men, "It's been a pleasure fighting beside you." He spotted the smallest one and lunged, punched him hard in the face. Cole grabbed Alyssa as the man took a stumbling step back and darted past the man he'd hit and toward the shop door. Busting through, he let Alyssa's arm go as soon as they were outside the diner. "On your own or with me?" he asked as quickly as tongues could make words. He was not a fighter, and hand no intention of facing that many men at once. Maybe he could handle it, but he doubted it. If she wanted to run with him, she could, otherwise this was where they parted ways.
The inn keeper had grown tired of Nic and his sourness, and so he nodded a good night to the boy and backed out of the room.
Aria came up the stairs as soon as the keeper went down. Her steps were light as air in the creaky hallway as she approached Nic's room. She shifted the tray in her hand and knocked on his door.






