Before he could do anything about this, Faust had launched himself up and onto the danseur's shoulder, claws digging in as he fell short and dragging a sharp involuntary hiss from his lips and a small stream of Klingon invective. The Guardian spoke of teaching, training other senshi in 'basics' while the blond scooped up Faust's fish. "I agree completely. Gotta have something to fall back on, when things get tough." Or when one's magic was exhausted and your opponent was still moving.
"Huh" Looking over his shoulder in the same direction as Faust brought their dilemma into sight. "Oh s**t--" Colin ducked his head a bit and started off at a brisk walk - running would only make them stand out more. He was not going to be arrested (or even just detained) over a goddamned fish. Not today.
So he booked it as quickly as he could without bolting or skulking away furtively (which would only make things that much worse); expression and manner one of purpose so that people would hopefully assume that he was doing only what he should be.
Strickenized
Sorry for the delay, I had issues with my net for a bit there.