Kali Nordstrom
Location: New York Streets, Outside Home
Skills: N/A
It seemed the woman was alright, albeit shaken. One of the teenagers went to check on the woman, and began to sign to her. Well, shit. Kali felt awful—she had no idea the woman had been deaf. Here she had been, all up in her face in worry without the woman being able to understand a single word Kali said. A part of Kali wished she had paid attention in school, barely remembering how to sign her own name from the short ASL course they had one day. Perhaps then she'd be able to apologize, and even on the chance she never saw the woman again, it'd at least be good to know later on if Kali ever ran into anyone else who had been deaf.
As the awkwardness died down, however, the scene suddenly broke into full-on panic. Another one of her neighbors, a teenager like the other two, had come seemingly out of nowhere, and tackled one of the kids to the ground. Staring in disbelief, the events at the restaurant replayed in Kali's thoughts as Isaac jumped to the teenager's aid in response, proceeding to wrestle the other off him.
People were going to get hurt—one of them very much already was by the wound on his shoulder. But what were they supposed to do? Restrain him? Good luck with that! It took two of her co-workers just to lock up the co-worker that attacked Jeff, and even then they had a giant freezer to lock him up in! Were they supposed to hogtie the teenager with their belts or something?
Biting her lip, Kali soon found her questions answered by the arrival of an ambulance. Unfortunately for her, however, they seemed just as lost as she had been. It was good to know that her tax dollars were being put to work in hiring "quality candidates" for the emergency services, Kali sarcastically thought as the man froze up before them.
"Snap out of it!" Kali yelled, turning to face the wide-eyed paramedic,
"You're the professional here; do something!"