Kamala frowned. "They're wrong. Dead wrong. Ms. Marvel and papa got into it over this date... Or rather she couldn't come on it. She was looking forward to it. As far as your voice..." she wrinkled her nose, "how?? I mean..." She looked around the front of his neck..."It's bruised isn't it? I think maybe you should come home with me after all... If nothing else, to tell my father about those..." She ground her teeth together and clinched her fists, before putting a hand to her head. "Suddenly, I don't feel so well..." Kamala didn't understand why she felt this angry over a guy fan being beat up because<i>she</i>had agreed to a date. "I-I..." She trailed off, looking across the river at the Manhattan skyline. "Let's go talk to Abu about this... And maybe see if I can get Ms. Marvel out of her room." Kamala pulled encouragingly on his arm sleeve.