He shakes his head, standing up as the girl relaxes in Monkling's grip. Gods and Daemons, what the hell is she on? She doesn't even<em>smell</em>right. He pops the mic on his radio. "Hey, dispatch? We got a possible 21-30 in progress. Officers 531 and 845 on scene, no backup required at this point." He clips the radio back to his belt and turns to deal with the frightened barista and crew. "Hey guys, why don't we step over here and let officer Monkling do her job, alright?" He leads the shaken counter help and Glinda back away from the dazed girl and his partner, talking in hushed tones.