Very, very slowly, Vicki began to lower her weapon. These men were innocents as much as she was and this place was not Canada. It was warmer, for one. The grass was fresh and springy, not dead and dried from the winter. There was no park in Kingston set up like this. She couldn't see really, but all of her other senses tended to compensate for that in the dark. And her simple instinct said something was very, very wrong. Beyond her dead mother knocking on the window wrong. This was demon summoning wrong.

She released a shaken little breath as she finally tucked her gun back into the waist of her jeans, making certain the safety is still on before her slightly trembling hands fell back to her side. "I... I can clean it up in a bit. I don't think it's too bad." Or she's in shock, but then she'd been numbed since she got the phone call about her mother's death. This was no different from that. "Where -are- we, then?"