Ethan finally identified that oddly queasy feeling in his gut as the desire to reassure the girl. "I've found that shooting them works well. One of them was about to take an axe to a friend of mine, but I was able to stop that."
Molly moved marginally closer. "Why was it after your friend?"
"He *is* a Watcher. He was working with the Slayer up until very recently."
"She's dead?" Molly blinked. "But--Miss Tate said the current Slayer had been around for years and years, I didn't know she was ..."
"Oh, she's not, she's still quite alive and kicking in California. For some reason Rupert decided she didn't need a full-time Watcher any longer and he cut her loose. Buffy seems to be managing, from what Rupert's said."
Molly stared at him. "You know the Slayer?"
He couldn't resist a jaunty smile. "Oh, yes, she and I go way back." He nodded at the train station they were approaching. "Best let's hurry, I want to be in London before midnight."