She sits up at once, smile gone and replaced with the kind of frown that usually comes just before she decides to beat someone half to death with her staff. She promised multiple people that she wouldn't do that anymore, wouldn't go there, but- well, it's hard not to immediately react to that.

Eggsy is her friend, and she doesn't have many of those. More than that, she and Max are so similar they could be separate parts of each other. If Tommy was killed, she wouldn't be out here in the woods.

"By who?" She asks first, because that's the more important question at the moment. "When?"