Gunther stepped closer to the girl, deciding to take a more conversational route with her.  "Why are you here?"  He asked carefully, pulling out a clipboard and making some notes about too many cats.  He had the girl cornered, and he intended to do everything in his power to help her, no matter how much she screamed.  He leaned over to the malnourished girl, bodily lifting her off of the floor and holding her in his arms, his eyes never leaving hers.  "If you were being good, you would have taken your medicine."  His admonishment was soft as he gently held her aloft, the blood leaking from his wrist slowly soaking its way into her shorts.<br/><br/>At least now she was out of reach of the cats, and with any luck, she could be shamed into complying with treatment.  Anything less would be... unpleasant, to say the least.