Arlene frowned, feeling even more unsure now, but how could she not call an ambulance? She peeked around the corner into the alley where the unconscious person lay, then looked back at James. He didn't look at all [i]malicious[/i] to her, but she would have to keep her guard up. "Alright.." she muttered, mostly to herself. Think it through. "How many people did you beat up? They could have serious brain injuries." Then, not wanting to guilt him, she continued hastily. "Have you got a...a therapist or anyone? How far is your home? I can call the ambulance and then make sure you make it back alright." Never mind the idea of security cameras.