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It wasn't long after Connor had Jack as patched up as he could manage with the limited supplies that he allowed himself to use (there were many more people who needed tending to, and he felt he should use what he had as sparingly as possible), that the tall man and Chel and several others took off up the stairs. He himself nearly decided to follow along with, but he knew he'd likely be more useful right where he was. Besides, the police were the ones that should have been handling this situation. They were the ones with the guns, and tactical training.

.....Of course, they probably didn't train the police force to deal with werecreatures. Just a hunch.

Watching what amounted to his closest friends run off, Connor turned away, ready now to assess the rest of the situation. The crashing and breaking of glass made him flinch, and he jerked his gaze towards where the bullhorn wrapped in a shock blanket had landed, just as the megaphoned voice of what he could only assume was an officer boomed.

The situation? Connor could have laughed. The situation was ******** dire, and he wondered why they hadn't yet sent anybody in to evacuate them. However, as he didn't have the bullhorn, he couldn't ask, though he had a dreaded feeling that something was very, very wrong (on top of the obvious very wrong that had already occurred).

Opting to stay out of the negotiations or whatever the ******** they were doing, and to occupy himself with what he was actually trained to do, Connor searched for one familiar face in particular, hoping that she had stayed behind.

Ah, there she was. "Temp!" He jogged towards where she was treating somebody, no longer avoiding the blood on the ground as it seemed like a waste of his time, though he mentally cringed every time he felt the bottom of his boot stick to something tacky. As he came to a stop next to her, he took in the blood drying to her clothes and arms, the streak of it in her hair. He had no idea that she was the one who held the dying nurse in her arms, but her appearance radiated an air of grimness.

He wasn't going to ask. He didn't want to know. No. Focus. One thing at a time.

"I don't mean to interrupt, but I could use some medical supplies from the nurses booth, if you have anything more to spare. Figured you could vouch for me."

"What?" Wil blinked at the guy who approached. "Like for real?"

For all his fortune telling, the blonde didn't find much clout in supernatural things. Even though Ashdown had spooky weirdness sometimes, he remained pleasantly skeptical. Tonight had been a bit of a reality shock for him and all her could really think about right now is going home.

"Wait what?" He was repeating himself. "A bird?" Just go with it, "Could it like... look for another door or maybe show you any places the police aren't blocking?"

Nasir nodded at Temperance and told her thanks. "I'll get it looked at, I promise.'

His arm freshly bandaged still hurt but at least it was not as uncomfortable as the shirt that had been on it. He was heading over to Wil when he caught snippets of conversation and stopped to listen to Eve talk and what they talked about ...

"Um," he said slowly, looking over Aleksy who was under a jacket that looked familiar and had bruising around his head and face. "I wouldn't let him sleep," he spoke to the both Finn and Eve. "It looks like he hit his head and that could be bad for him."

Still processing everything else about people who could transform and oh he hoped Lily was okay and he definitely wanted to go and get to Wil.

Cataleen was once again well in over her depth. First people were shouting about a werewolf, and now there was someone who... sort of fit the description, but not in the Hollywood Werewolf way. More like the cheap Rennaisance Festival werewolf costume. The point was, this was apparently not the werewolf who had attacked them, and she might even be trying to help. Cataleen wished the police would show as much initiative.

The endorphins had long since worn away, and the wounds on her back were pure agony. Every movement seemed to pull at them, there was no comfortable position to sit or stand, and then there was the blood. A lot of it.

"Someone. Help me." she pleaded, hoping someone heard her in the chaos.

Meanwhile, Tooly was still unconscious. Just one of the many prone bodies near the bookshelves.

As Dawson was taken care of, Juniper climbed to her feet and scooped up her duster. It barely took a glance at the article of clothing to know it was completely beyond help. Sure, she knew how to get blood out of stuff, but not this much. So, with a sigh she threw the duster into a nearby trash can, wiping her hands on her pants in an attempt to clean the blood off of them. It's likely this whole outfit might be done for. She thought as she looked down at herself. At least her shirt and pants had a chance of being salvaged.

As she moved down the rows, glancing around she heard a strained voice and barely caught the word 'help'. Blue eyes began scanning around as Juniper stood in one spot rotating quickly trying to find the source of the voice. Eventually she found Cataleen and it was obvious that she needed some assistance.

"Hey. Hey!" She called to Cataleen as she hurried to the girl's side. "I've got you. It's alright."

Mentally she cursed herself for not grabbing some bandages and was again forced to improvise with what was around her. Thankfully one of the booths near hear had been serving some sort of food and there were rolls of paper towels which she snatched up in a hurry before returning to the injured girl.

"Ok, I am going to try to clean you up the best I can. We'll get you some actual bandages too." She smiled, trying to reassure the girl before turning behind her to yell to anyone nearby. "Anyone find any bandages?"

She turned back to Cataleen and slowly began to work on the poor girls slashed back with the paper towels. "So what's your name? I am Juniper." She attempted small talk to maybe help calm the girl.