When Anton asked her to take charge of the Hotel for a bit as he hurriedly stepped out, Aqua had found herself concerned. No elaboration was given - Anton simply left without explaining why he was suddenly rushing out - and that alone was enough to warrant a level of worry. A degree of which was justified the moment Anton returned, carrying a very injured Erskine and a one-legged Skulduggery.

She only hesitated for a moment to stare in wide-eyed horror before wordlessly dashing off to bring the requested sheets. Something very wrong had occurred, that much was obvious, but precisely what she didn't know. A mugging, perhaps? Unlikely, she thought, as she raced back to the office with newly cleaned sheets (the first ones she could find). Not with the tone in Anton's voice and the expression on his face.

The office was open by the time Aqua returned, and she was quick to spread the soon-to-be dirty linens over the seats. Then she returned to Anton's side, right as her words finally found themselves and began pouring out in a frantic jumble.

"Anton, what happened? How did this- here, let me help-" she reached out, an offer to help support Erskine and relieve Anton of some weight.