Clarice began sighing at Riley's words, it was clear he though that she either would slow him or that she would be uncapable of helping him, well so much for an interesting evening... or so she though until the man suddenly collapsed over their table bringin down his coffee along, her mikshake only safe because as she moved back she had brought it with her, having seen the nasty cut Riley would have earned  if he had fall on top of it, at least his coffee was not that hot as to wound him.<br/><br/>While Cypher runs toward Riley, Clarice is already by his sight making sure he is not wounded and he is still breathing, and without thinking recovering  the older agent's gun just to be in the safe side.<br/><br/>"I suppose no, you will tell me about that later... and no I won't believe it has to do with permisions for this place... but for now wee need to take care of him, do you have a backrrom where he can rest?" says Clarice,, who afterfing a brief but very strong moment of wanting to panic, had her mind force her to return to her training, becoming quite professional and efficient. "Unless we want to risk calling the 911." somehow her cell was on her hand showing the number big on the screen, she only needed to push the send button.