She was too slow. She rushed back to the table where she'd left the kid and the other attacker, only to find the kid crouching over an unconscious biker.<br/><br/>"Hey, Breanne, will you bring us a little ice over here?" she called to one of the other waitresses, "He's fine... just a bit of a bump on the head and too much whiskey."<br/><br/>A crowd had gathered around the little scene and she needed to disperse them. Looking around, she could see they were all focused on the kid. In an attempt to get their attention elsewhere, she spoke up.<br/><br/>"I know... Look at him, right? This is what liquor does to people. Don't worry. The kid is fine. Nothing to see here. Go back to your drinks and give him some air."<br/><br/>She glanced over at the kid as the crowd began to disburse. She could hear from snatches of murmured conversation that the attention of most of them was now directed toward the drunkards and their sloppy behavior. The strange kid off on his own was simply not interesting to keep the attention of most of them.<br/><br/>"You have any idea why they did this?" she asked him quietly.<br/><br/>Standing, she took a couple steps away, picked up the tray still bearing the burger from the table she'd left it on, and returned to him. Holding out a hand to him, she silently offered to help him up.