He got hit again by the woman's purse just as he heard his name. He flinched, drawing back with one arm shading his head from hits and the other flipping his coat off to the ground to put it out.

Blinking, surprised he saw the girl there. "Claire?!" God damn it, why was she here?! If that fool shot off the gun again and she got hit he'd feel so damn guilty. At the moment he knew the pyro was going to take a few more hits from teh woman, win the flaming purse, be attacked and take off again, shooting his gun. He knew it would happen.

Nothing was changing this time. He still hadn't made a difference at all. Drawing back more he made to reach for Claire, to try to pull her away as he stepped back to. "We should go. Now!" It sounded urgent that they move now.