After the masterfully executed vehicular attack, Gracie found herself in need of a working car wash, as well as some auto repair. Specks of syrupy blood and other humors covered her windshield and she was in no hurry to check out the front bumper. Toffee was still whining in confusion after the impact threw him from the passenger seat and into the dashboard, resulting in some minor injury. The pile of bodies left behind continued to writhe helplessly, unable to really get anywhere with their broken spines and shattered limbs. That was good enough for the two police officers, who rushed to the side of Gracie's vehicle and tapped politely on her driver's side window. "Ma'am, are you alright in there? Do you need first aid?"<br/><br/>With the imminent danger out of the way, she was able to take in some more details about the two. A man and a woman who appeared to be in their thirties, both black and wearing the name "Nielsen" on their shirts. Looking at them standing side-by-side, it was easy to guess that they were siblings. From what the dazed young woman could tell, they were both of average height and had an active build, somewhere between average and athletic. The man's serious features regarded their rescuer with a look of compassion, while his sister stayed behind him, keeping an eye on their surroundings.