Kijani watching the fight and ready to step in, when suddenly she was soaking wet and covered in dust. "Agh! What the hell, man! These were my good pants..." She hated wet clothes, and her temper seemed to wash away steadily with the water. "Ugh..." She joined Connor silently and gave him an appraising look. "Let's get going before that sociopath starts up again."

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Devika felt it too, the steady pressure of growing anger and violence. But she was from a pretty busy city- if she hadn't learned early how to block out violence, she would have been in trouble. But she lay a hand on the girl's shoulder, making sure to touch skin instead of clothing. "Breathe in slow, through your nose. Count eight, and then let it out slow again. Count eight." Her voice was low and calm.