[h3] Nelly Hacke[/h3][hr]
The morning, brisk as it was, was a welcome relief from the biting cold of night. Nothing made one more grateful for cold mornings than freezing night, something Nelly knew all too well - as did those she'd spent the night communing with. She'd felt on edge the moment she found herself on the outskirts of the gathered Nachtwachemen, faces she'd only known in the dim lamplight of the previous night. She'd felt more at home under the uncertain gaze of her peers, measuring her up by the light of a back-alley fire. Some newspaper kindling and a few sips of cheap whiskey was always enough to win them over. The other members of the Nachtwache? They were still a mystery that Nelly struggled to fully put together. 

She lingered along the natural border that'd developed amidst the small crowd, ever hesitant to present her back to anyone. Her eyes fixed in the middle of the group, watching the nurse do her ugly work. She was largely silent as the others talked, eyelids lowering into slits as she stared onward. Her hands were tucked into her coat, freshly free of their nocturnal shivering. As Sonja spoke, Nell's lips turned almost imperceptibly downwards. 

"Already took d'liberty of performing that [i]unglamorous[/i] task," Nelly spoke up, offense in her voice. Her bitter tone sloughed from her words as she went on. "No one's seen anything, dog or otherwise. The victims though...more of 'em than we thought. Beaucoup more'en ten, for sure. All women, 'cept for the gravedigger. No one older than their late thirties..." Nelly's boots scuffed as she sidled forwards, ending up a few feet away from Sonja. "Lucky for you, eh, cher?"