Desmond gave her a little glance. He seemed worried, not for lack of her. He stood up, already pretty close to a few of the men, and looked at them all with a furrowed brow. His more canine appearance seemed to be showing, making him seem a bit more disheveled. "I could take care of them. I'm sure of it. It'd be nice to take out some of my own little angst against them." He paused for a moment, and without a word, walked away, towards the crowd, holding his hands up. "Just go about your business, okay? You're safe." He called to the crowd, his voice nonchalant, uncaring for the thugs or even the dissent of the people.