No, no, Nancy is not alright. She stands there by the legs, looking at them, looking at Spike, the rips in his clothing caused by the M-something. She's, all things considered, in a much better spot.

But the thing is she's not used to the creatures the way Spike is.

She shakes her head. "I want to get out of here." First the first monster, then Fagin, now this. "Can we please get out of here?"