"No, I'm just goin' to ditch you with a body after suggestin' we move it." Tyrell couldn't stop his eyes from making a half roll along with the sarcasm. He slid himself under the man's right side and hoisted up, then was slightly peeved that he couldn't get the man's feet off the ground even with his shoulder underneath the guy's. Leaving his lack of height aside, Tyrell didn't know what they were going to do with the body. The alley he had just come out of looked decent--there was a pile of garbage a little way in that they could dump the guy on. Then they walk out the other side and leave the guy like a tramp to sleep it off.

Was it nice? No. The guy was hit hard enough to black out; he could have brain damage for all Tyrell knew. He was covered in bruises and blood--Tyrell guessed that at least some of it came from the mugger--and there was a lump growing on his skull. The nice thing would have been to drag him to a healer or a doctor.

"Ah, narf," Tyrell muttered under his breath. He called out to a girl who was watching with wide-eyed curiosity from a second-story window. "Hey, kid! You got a doctor 'round here?"

At first the girl jumped, surprised that she'd been addressed. It took a second, but she did manage to raise her arm and point down the street. "Go two blocks, then it's the third house on your left. There's boxes of plants in the front windows."

"Thanks!" Tyrell called up. The girl nodded once, then ducked inside and closed the window. Tyrell turned back to the freaky armor--er, woman. "You heard her. Let's hurry up so I can have this guy outta my hair and offa my back."