Benji lept from his seat immediately and instinctively put himself in between the man with a machine gun and Willa. He moved to tackle the man as he got ready open fire again. Though Benji was quick he was not faster than a speeding bullet but miraculously the gun only clicked. He tackled the man, whose gun had fallen apart and held the man, hands behind his back, and belly down of the floor. He was thankful the mans gun hadn't worked or he'd have been in some serious pain. Some of the other patrons had managed to subdue the other man and one of the chef handed him duct tape to tie the man up while they waited for police. 

Once the man was secured he checked on Willa, who he was guessing was the reason why the guns had mysteriously malfunction. One thing that did stick out to him was the lack of injury to all but one, this close with a gun like that should have been a lot more deadly. He was guessing someone else in the diner was also a supernatural just as he noticed a conspicuously dressed woman talking to Willa before slipping out the diner in the commotion just as the police showed up. “You okay?”He asked louder than normal as his ears were still ringing from the gunfire. 

Benji was not pleased to have to deal with making a statement to the police, in fact it took up a good chunk of the day. Eventually they were permitted to leave, and Benji kept an arm around Willa as they walked. “It'd be nice, for once, to go a few hours without getting into trouble.” He said trying to lighten the mood some. “So, if you don't mind me asking, who was your friend back there?” He asked referring to the woman she'd been talking to in the booth. 


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Charlie was completely absorbed in his work, looking over findings from the day's lab work and making sense of the data collected. He was also trying not to remember what a skinned werewolf looked like because he was hoping to be able to eat again later in the day. He didn't hear Maren enter his office and jumped up when she spoke knocking over his empty coffee cup. Drinking caffeine all day had him jumpy, and as it felt awkward and lazy to actually ask someone else to get coffee for him he'd gotten himself several cups throughout the day. “Hey Maren, have a seat.” He said waiting until she was seated before he sat back down. 

“Wow your day sounds intense. I'm sorry that happened, you could have said something sooner and taken the rest of the day off. Man I'd be so freaked out if that happened to me. That's crazy that you can even focus on work at all.” He said, legitimately impressed, as he'd never witnessed a violent crime or been near a gun before, both of which freaked him out.  “You look pretty shaken you want dip out early? Or if you want we could get a drink or something. Which I offer in a platonic, non HR violation, sort of way and feel totally free to say no and I promise not to be awkward about it. Well no more awkward than usual. Also I do have the power to write something like that off as a business expense.”