It should be noted that she hadn't stopped by the alley's entrance with the intention of helping. She's had more than her fair share of muggings and stalkings in this wretched city; she's not going to play hero and end up having to teleport away in a frantic effort to keep her money and her life. But there'd been a few screams, which always attracts attention, and that growl, oh, she knows that noise . . .
She isn't surprised to see the blood-speckled man that awaits her, nor what state he's in. She is a bit surprised to see how he isn't paying that knife mind, but perhaps adrenaline is still at work. For a long moment she simply stares at him, her expression quiet and unreadable, and then continues forward.
He growls and snarls, but though there's an instinctive thrill of fear, she ignores it. He shan't hurt her. He might try something else, hopped up on adrenaline as he is, but if he puts his mouth on her, it won't be to bite.]
Put those fangs away and go sit.
[She says it briskly, ignoring the groaning from the men below them, and reaches him.]
You're lucky I've started carrying around medical supplies . . . and that I've seen you without your trousers. Don't pull out the knife just yet.
[Y'know, the knife in his thigh? That's . . . probably something that ought to be paid some mind. She probably ought to stop treating this like a social call, too, but whatever, this isn't the weirdest situation either of them have ever been in.]
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It should be noted that she hadn't stopped by the alley's entrance with the intention of helping. She's had more than her fair share of muggings and stalkings in this wretched city; she's not going to play hero and end up having to teleport away in a frantic effort to keep her money and her life. But there'd been a few screams, which always attracts attention, and that growl, oh, she knows that noise . . .
She isn't surprised to see the blood-speckled man that awaits her, nor what state he's in. She is a bit surprised to see how he isn't paying that knife mind, but perhaps adrenaline is still at work. For a long moment she simply stares at him, her expression quiet and unreadable, and then continues forward.
He growls and snarls, but though there's an instinctive thrill of fear, she ignores it. He shan't hurt her. He might try something else, hopped up on adrenaline as he is, but if he puts his mouth on her, it won't be to bite.]
Put those fangs away and go sit.
[She says it briskly, ignoring the groaning from the men below them, and reaches him.]
You're lucky I've started carrying around medical supplies . . . and that I've seen you without your trousers. Don't pull out the knife just yet.
[Y'know, the knife in his thigh? That's . . . probably something that ought to be paid some mind. She probably ought to stop treating this like a social call, too, but whatever, this isn't the weirdest situation either of them have ever been in.]