"Do you mind?"

A voice asks.

*You step back again, another step away from your attacker to try and get some distance.

Every distance...

And then he suddenly falls, the man falling limp at your feet, a soft red line running down your shoes.

And behind him, behind him, was Noodle, gun bared, giving him a glare.

If you weren't panicking, you would have heard her.

But, at that moment, the fight for your life or dignity was more important than listening for saving grace.

The harsh look didn't reach you.

She is concerned, not filled with contempt when it comes to you.

"You bastard."