Sahara returned the girl’s smile with a warm one. With understanding she nodded at the girl’s miscalculation. That was something that happened to her all the time. Being an off angle by so many degrees and not getting the result you wanted or being hit with your own attack.

“It happens to us all. Don’t worry about it.” She said as she scooped off some of the fluid from her arm and placed it on the girl’s wound. She wanted to make sure it didn’t hurt as she applied it. In a perfect world, it would have more healing properties, but at least it would make a barrier from getting attacked any further and no blood would spill out. At least she knew, it was warm so it would give some sort of comfort. 

“ As for your question, unfortunately, we aren’t sure why they are attacking. I just happened on the scene when they started to move. And it seems the person behind it got away on a helicopter, so we really have no answers.” Her voice was low and she ended her sentence with a huff. Being a hero was fun, when you got it right.

Sahara, glanced behind them, back into the building. She wanted to make sure there wasn’t too much going on with the robots. The two other pros inside should be able to handle them for now. When the girl spoke again, she snapped her back to listen intently. 

“Oh No.. No injuries here. I’m usually pretty lucky that way.” A goofy grin crept across her face. The slippery one could be awkward at times.

Something seemed to be under the surface when it came to this girl. Maybe she was cared, that what Sahara was sensing. Her eyes darted around for something that might calm her more. That’s when she saw it, a small black kitten that was hiding under a mailbox. It was strange that it hadn't run off. Maybe it belonged to someone and it was waiting or it was too afraid to leave it’s spot. Sahara held up her pointer to say “one sec”, then trotted off in the direction of the kitten. It never occurred to her how it looked when she ran. Someone used to tell her it was slow-motion like. Like an old lifeguard series on television that she couldn’t remember the name of. 

Across the street, the kitten had started to fuss as she made her way over. 

“No No little one… Hush now. It is alright.” Her voice was almost a purr as she knelt on the ground to look under the mailbox. Her hand was held out softly so the animal could smell her. “I will bring you no harm.”

After a moment of coaxing it out, He came into her hands. She tried her best not to get fluid on his fur. From there, she returned to the girl and held out the kitten. 

“Could you possibly keep an eye on him? He seems afraid and there are still robots to dispose of. He seems really harmless.”