"It's alright," I reply to the little golden girl.  "I'm here now, and you're safe, and that's what's important, right?"  I turn to look back at her, catching her eyes with mine and probably inflicting the little blonde with a bit of animal magnetism.  I feel the raw energy that was going through my arms and legs dissipate, and I surprise myself as I run a finger down the side of her face.  "What's your name, sister?"  Oh hell.  I probably just turned her into a drooling fangirl.  (Well, okay, she's probably too polite to drool openly in public, but still.) I lean down and turn one of the bodies over.  If this were the time when those outfits were actually in vogue, I would probably take a jacket off them for later uses.  Now?  Now, I just take out my phone and snap a handful of pictures to show as evidence later.<br/><br/>"There's a coffee house that's calling both of us.  Would you care to join me?"  I make a mental note that we will have the call the cops to come claim the errant criminals.