R-right.

[With Sholmes's prodding, she focuses more on moving along, while still keeping her eyes peeled for any more of the enemies. Her gun is clutched protectively as they move towards that protective cloud.]

'E ended up 'ere on the moon too, but he ain't wiv me right now. The chief inspector should be safe wiv 'em wolves right now. [That is one relief, at least. Or it should be. She still worries about him regardless!]