"The dogs made it - Ylva, Max, Valdis, Daisy. Tayrey, she's here." Hands in her pockets. Erin's not walking in any particular hurry, but she is doing that particular Murder Walk that encourages strangers to give her and by extension Darcy a wide berth. "Nimona, she's having a rough one."

Pause.

"Steve Harrington. Not ours though. Asked if I was his guardian angel."