[ Totally happening, bro. Let's get your head straight. ]

Ah— [ —is all he hears before he feels a firm grasp on the front of his shirt, then a swift pull against the nearest wall.

At first, it seems to her that this is the kind of guy to scream like a little girl in sudden situations as the one she's now putting him in. So her other hand moves against his mouth as the other slips from the grip on his shirt to place her forearm firmly against his chest. While the whole motion is swift and strong, she's gentle enough not to hurt him.

She looks back down the street where he ran from. This should give him a good moment to really take in this six-five, pasty-yet-smooth-skin woman. Neck-to-toe black body suit with some spots splotched a fresher rich red. A thirty-inch stun baton clipped to her waist... ]

I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to let you go. [ She isn't looking at him yet. Voice soft to simulate calm. ]

But you're freaking out. And this isn't going to end well for either of us if you hyperventilate right here, right now.

[ Her forearm loosens from his chest and she looks at him with blue eyes. ]

You're not alone. I'm right here. Just breathe.