"He's not," Tim said, focusing hard on the gun to keep from gaping at the meta. What the crap, he could be a new face, but nevermind that, he had to get the civilian out before ANY of the increasingly freaked-out muggers started shooting.
The mugger whipped around again, swearing, and finally got a good look at the meta, all blue and red and fur and bright white fangs. Suddenly their time was up. The gun wheeled up and away from them - Tim backed Lobsang swiftly into the corner made by their side of the dumpster and flicked a glance to the other two distracted, utterly dumbfounded, thankfully unarmed lowlifes. Easy pickings, now just nobody get shot--!