Rudolph gave a slow nod. He could understand her reluctance to leave. It was hard to leave someone, even abusive, if they were just about your only rock in the world. Though that didn't mean he hadn't wanted to scream in frustration whenever he saw something like Gwen's situation. It made him so mad to think of someone as sweet as her being under the thumb of someone who made his gut churn in revulsion. Not that he could offer her much better he realized. It was like being caught between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand, abuse but a roof over your head. On the other, someone who would treat her right but who couldn't probably keep the rain away.<br/><br/>Though his train of thought was interrupted as he suddenly found himself being pushed into a closet. He had distantly heard the bell rang, but thought nothing of it. He was in the back. Usually where most costumers weren't allowed to go. Of course, it might be someone allowed back here, but Rudolph seriously doubted the likely heard of that. A breath of pain escaped his lips as his elbow jabbed against something already in the closet. It wasn't too happy with sharing space apparently. Before he could get much of a protest out, he felt a blanket covering his head. It was wool and it felt scratchy against his face.<br/><br/>Grumbling under his breath, he slid down the wall and drew his knees up to his chest. Resting his head there, he kept his breathing as shallow as possible. This accomplished two things. First it would keep the blanket from moving too much and him being noticed. The second was it allowed him to eavesdrop on anyone who came back here with Gwen. Almost a second later, he wished he was making a lot of noise as the sleazy voice of the shopowner reached his ears. It was muffled and he had a heard time making out what he was saying, but that didn't stop the street rat's gut from clenching hard against him.<br/><br/>He started to move slowly, barely an inch a second as he got ready. In his mind, he was already trying to figure out the best way to dispatch the man before he could raise a hand to Gwen. He could always make it look like a robbery that got interrupted should it come down to it, but first he had to measure everything else that could happen. Namely he was about to take on a very healthy male that was both taller and weighed more than him. This should be fun.