[h2][u]Blade[/u][/h2]
'Ay, don't threaten me, a'ight?' he declared, inhaling annoyance again. '[i]Te cortaré, moza, ¿me oyes?[/i]' Even as he said this, he knew there wasn't as much heart in it as he thought there should be. The wind had deflated from his sails - and he was pretty sure he couldn't win a fight in this sort of situation, not when he could be easily thrown a huge distance.

'Euh... a'ight fine, no more violence for now... I guess,' he agreed, not too long before Dolly ran back into the cafeteria- ah, shit. He'd gotten distracted again. And like that, the girl was traumatised, or at least frightened as shit. Still, Blade couldn't just let her deal with it on her own, could he? Uncertainly, he turned round just enough to have her crying on his hip instead of his back, patting and stroking her hair to make sure she knew he was there - helped a bit by the other lady putting her hand on the young girl's back for a bit and soothing her.

'Yeah, yeah, I've got you, Dolly,' he murmured, kneeling down to... shit, was this okay? This was some guy's kid, he didn't want to be mistaken for... fuck it, he decided to cuddle her too. She needed a cuddle. 'You'll be okay, missy, a'ight? You're gonna be okay. [i]Estarás bien.[/i]' He repeated himself like that over and over, until she was a bit calmer. You didn't leave an ally on their own. It was always part of his... his [i]code[/i]? [i]His[/i] code, specifically? Or was that related to something... shit, he didn't fucking know.

But, once she was more calm, he'd stand back up, put his hands on her shoulders, and tell her 'A'ight, Dolly, I'ma go get some breakfast, for you and me, we can eat together out here. You, uh, you... stay out here for a bit, I'll be back with all the stuff, right?' Once she'd agreed to it, he headed back into the cafe. That shit was a bloodbath, and Blade couldn't help but curse as he took a proper look at it all. Real sick and twisted shit that happened here - and given how Dougie reacted to being touched on the arm, maaaybe he shouldn't have left the guy in here?

'Er, can someone take Dougie out into the hall with Dolly?' he suggested, his vision firmly focused on the breakfast foods at the other end. 'I'ma go get stuff for me an' them to eat.' Double-checking to either side of himself, just in case who- or whatever did it came back, he half-ran across the cafe hall to the food aisle, grabbing some bowls, milk cartons, those small single-portion cereal boxes, some muffins and stuff...

...who arranged all of that? Aw, hell. This was straight-fucked, this was all kinds of fucked six ways from Sunday. And he still had to carry it all back to the hall, too... whatever, it'd work out.