Nemo didn't recognize the approaching man at first and scooted back against the wall, but was too out of it to do anything about it. By the time he was close and kneeling by them, she realized it was Yavin Morgenthau, Virgil's mentor and all around strange person. She almost laughed in relief. They needed an adult. Virgil must have reached out to him; Nemo knew they were close.

Virgil was in no state to explain, leaving it to Nemo. What in the world could she say? She could barely think in a straight line, let alone produce a narrative. She found her voice.

"We got - he got bit by a vampire. We played a game and everything went wrong. I - " It had been so unreal, how did she say it. She bought time taking a few draws on the cigarette, Mr. Mogenthau's hand on her shoulder a comfort. It was warm and alive.

"We messed up. They attacked him. Grabbed me..."

If he tried to sense Virgil, he received nothing but the impression of an absence. A person shaped hole in the mindscape. So Yavin didn't try - he searched the girl's head instead as she struggled to explain their situation, failing to work backwards from the scene in which the three now found themselves. In Nemo's thoughts, the images were vivid and alive and made of stronger stuff than reality. Even so, he managed to patch together a jumbled idea of what had come before.

It required no great leap of imagination. A pub, the vampires, a Queen of Diamonds, the gaping maw of a dark skinned man. Fangs. His brow tensed, eyes flicking to Virgil's neck. Vampires.

             "We messed up. They attacked him. Grabbed me..."

"I see." Yavin squeezed her shoulder but didn't let go, already charting a plan. "Alright, Nemo. We're going to, aha, to St. Mungo's now, I just want to make sure, Virgil here is, hm. Is alright. Don't worry," he added as he released Virgil to draw his wand for apparating, "I'll handle the questions. No need to get the, hah, the Ministry involved, right?"

That had already been something he sensed about her when they first met. It stood to reason, anyway, that if the pair had wanted two or four involved, actual red sparks would have gone off. Whatever this was, it was under the table.

 Lucky for them, under the table was his job. Hooking an arm through Virgil's, still holding Nemo, Yavin gave his wand a flick and-- Pop! they were gone from the dimly lit streets of Camden Town. A fallen cigarette burnt itself to a fine ash on the pavement.