His body language conveyed smugness flipped his tail toward Queen. "You could try shooting me but you would not like the result." Stretching, he arched his back before standing. "I would make a poor guardian if a simple arrow could damage me. There is a gateway that leads to a market where you can obtain clothing and supplies." Glancing at the blood on her clothes, he trilled thoughtfully. "Or Ms. Smoak or Mr. Allen can obtain them for you."

The locals might not approve of someone wandering the streets covered in blood. "I do not keep track of all of the patrons movements but I can show you a few locations where your companions might be."