McKinley jumped slightly at the timid reply of a female. She had honestly thought that it was her imagination running away with her again. Clearing her throat quietly she straightened her spine, eyeing the woman up and down. Sitting quietly she listened to the woman offering her company to the Inn. Pursing and un-pursing her lips at the thought of company with a complete stranger. Enzo would not be happy with the thought of her with an unknown person, protective of her like a body guard. "I have a room at the Inn, I was going to head that way, anyway." Her voice was soft, almost timid.

Her own clothing stuck to her body like a second skin, the rain still beating down on her and now the other woman as well. "We should head there soon before we catch our deaths in this storm."

Kinley out stretched her hand towards the short road that lead to the inn. She knew in that Enzo would either be right at the door waiting for her or sitting at the closet table to the front window. He seemed to take his life oath seriously in keeping her safe and alive as she had him all those days ago. The company of the large brute at times was nice as she was so lonely having no one around her anymore.