Quinn mirrored Jake's sigh.  
Dealing with the Blood Army was never pleasant, but every man dead was a deed well done.  Still, they had only managed it because these men were sloppy and careless.  And they'd had an angel looking after them.
Quinn muttered a quiet thanks to her, wherever she had ended up.  She made good on her word and had protected them.
Still, there was little more time to waste.  Darkness was encroaching fast, and Quinn could smell the faint odor of impending rain.  It was just about the only bit of good fortune they had come across.
"Quick.  Take whatever they have and hide the bodies.  Rain is coming, should wash away the blood."
They would get through a night, of that Quinn was confident.  Any longer than that and they'd be taking their chances.