Knight-Erranting.
If he could manage here, he could manage anywhere, Gilbert had decided. So here he was, in the triangle, handcuffing some battered jackass to a fire escape while checking on his victim. "You okay, Miss"
"Um....yeah, the girl said weakly as she started to stand up.
"You need me to call 911 or something? Did he hurt you?"
"He hadn't yet. And boy, you think a 911 call could get out here quick?"
"Am I making it obvious I'm not from around here?" He asked sheepishly. "Still, there's the police report and all..."
"I'll... I'll deal with it later. Home first."
"You don't know who you're messing with, freak," the aggressor snarled.
To Hurt The People In Front Of Him
"...Your vocabulary is stunning."
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