"Earlier?" Tyrell repeated absentmindedly. He was still looking down at the guy on the ground. It took a second before his brain really registered what she had asked. "Oh, you mean the panic by the south gate? Some guy killed another guy right out in the open, so the crowd was runnin' for it. Look, can we drag this guy somewhere? Into the alley or to some bloke's house, I don't care; but I'm gettin' nervous standin' above a guy that looks dead."

As weird as it was for Tyrell to even think it, he couldn't just do nothing. Some guy was lying in the road like a speed bump, and since Tyrell was there he should do something. Joscelin would probably try to patch the guy up and ask what happened, but that's because she was stupid about cities. Whoever the heck that other guy was had a fight with this guy, and this guy lost. Tyrell couldn't say who was the bad guy--actually, Tyrell was guessing they were both the bad guy--so he wasn't going to stick his neck out for the sucker. But he couldn't do nothing, and he was very suspicious that this nagging feeling had something to do with the brief time he'd spent around the wannabe heroine.