There was an audible crack as Tanzanite's shoe (Toby always knew those things were dangerous!) went literally into and through the other lady's eye: she was not going to get up anytime soon.

Correction, she was not getting up most likely ever, as indicated by the star seed in the less violent of the two's - though now it was getting hard to tell- hand. He could vaguely hear now, police sirens in the distance, there was a high probability they were coming for this location, probably finally have gotten some sort of distress call. He briefly entertained himself with what they could have possibly phoned about ('Oh no, a bakery store is being attacked by terrorists'!) before giving himself a little mental shake and coming back to the situation.

A) They had their star seeds
B) At this point, most 'civilians' had filed out, leaving him, in his lonesome, with the two deranged females.
C) Two. Deranged. Females. One whom he had kind of attacked with a cupcake.

Feeling suddenly very, very, small (though technically he had been recruited to the Negaverse before the two, not that it meant anything considering he never did much), his mind went something like '******** this' before he managed a very, very weak smile at the two-

- and turned tail. He was pretty damn sure even if he had tried the negotiation thing, like that poor poor lady, he might get one word, maybe a breath out before they would possibly be on him like rabid animals. Best like the pastry-obsessed ladies to their own devices after all.