Out of the corner of his eye, Austin saw someone gesturing at him to come over to them. Quickly, before he could be dragged into the fight, he approached her, stepping out of, hopefully, the line of sight of those men. So this was the owner of the drone. He had so many questions pertaining to their location, the drone, who she, and the others were...but those would have to wait. The middle of a fight, no matter how skilled one was, was not the place for playing twenty questions.<br/><br/>The fight seemed to be dying down with only two men left standing...or at least they were. That bull-man had made light work of them. Austin cringed a little at the sound of their heads cracking against one another. This was just getting weirder and weirder. First, he assumed he had died, or was at least having some very strange dreams while being stuck in a coma in some foreign hospital. And now, he had been witness to a pretty bloody fight. Did police systems work the same way here? Would he be called in as a witness? Austin didn't have much time to think about this when the bull-man approached. Remaining perfectly still, Austin hoped he wouldn't be knocking skulls with anyone any time soon. Instead, his fate was to be lifted and carried by the bull-man.<br/><br/>"Uh, Mr. Bruce, sir." Austin tried to get the bull-man's attention. "I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own. Besides, I think she could use some assistance." He pointed towards the woman who appeared to be having some leg troubles, toppling over not long after.