As the Bull-beater collapsed, Kristen caught a glimpse of a young woman with a bunny-eared hairband watching from the crowd.  Their eyes met, and she could have sworn that there was an interested twinkle in the deep violet orbs that met hers.  The bunny-eared one clapped her hands a few times, the applause lost in the screams and the general hubbub.<br/><br/>Then the police whistles sounded shrilly and the crowd dispersed, the pretty girl moving with them.<br/><br/>Up the street, Kristen saw a phalanx of uniformed police...London Bobbies, no less, marching stiffly along at a swift clip toward her fallen opponent.  One focused his strangely expressionless face on her.<br/><br/>"Stop in the name of the law!"