Kyle answered his phone, panting into it as he ran.  "Well, there is the River Thame *pant* but if it's a Selkie *pant* from the legends I've read *pant* she has dominion over it *pant* as long as she has a piece of it.  *Heavy breathing*  I'd say its child *pant* qualifies, which is probably why *pant* she could call it to her like that.

He stopped in the alley behind the row of shops the restaurant was a part of when, several blocks from it, when he saw the Imp standing on the Waitress's chest.  She was laying on her back with a broken beer bottle held to her throat, covered in beer with shattered bottles around the area.  Though he hadn't been there to see it, he could guess that the Imp had thrown them at her to make her stumble, and judging by the knot on her head he had tried to knock her out as well.  Kyle threw some zipties to the demon.  "Bind her hands." he said, then addressed the man on the phone.  "I've got the girl.  I'll bring her back inside.  We're going to need to contact the Order about recent developments, though.  They'll want to know if someone is producing half-breeds."

"Get up, and go back to the restaurant", he told the girl, and they started the walk back, the demon sitting on her shoulders to make sure she didn't try anything.