Tyrell had stayed nearby--close enough to see that Joscelin hadn't gotten herself killed yet, at least. She still had to play the hero for a bit longer, though, so he stole away with the intent to stay out of trouble. Fate hadn't let Joscelin down yet, and Tyrell was convinced he wouldn't anytime soon. There wasn't any such kindness shown to Tyrell, though; turning into a new alley, Tyrell found himself facing the girl with the giant scorpion for a puppet that had involved herself with the fight.

"Uh, hey," Tyrell called. He gave her a quick inspection--nothing noticeable, just trying to get a feel for who she was. Her garb suggested the upper class. Though Tyrell wasn't fond of blue bloods, he didn't want to be rude to a girl. That meant he couldn't just walk away now that he'd called out to her. And she had a mark in her favor for stepping into that confrontation. Not that it was the right decision, just that it wasn't what he expected from upperclass snobs. "Nice pet you have there," Tyrell hazarded.