How did he get himself into these situations? First there was the homicide-apocalypse just a month or so into the future, then the homicidal and apocalyptically-pinked-out American lady who had him on a very tight leash at the present moment. And...in really, really weird clothes. He fidgeted uncomfortably in the suit, feeling not unlike one of those pathetic purse-dogs whose bubbleheaded owners insist on making them wear tutus or little leather doggie jackets and boots.
When the well-dressed man emerged from the crowd and snatched her attention away, though, Hiro's ears perked up. Er, so to speak. This could be his chance...
Edging away, careful, careful, no sudden movements. Just be the invisible nerd you've always been aaaaand bumpoomph!-- uhhhh, hello very large, um...henchmen?