When she had been in hiding in New York, Laura had learned to be suspicious of every bump or near miss between two people. She was sitting quietly and still, her mind drifting, when the collision across the street caught her attention and her gaze immediately narrowed in one the pair. Was that man attempting to steal from the girl? She moved smoothly to her feet and into a lope towards them, keeping her eyes on his hands as she approached to help the blonde girl up. The man looked aggrieved, and though she wasn't sure if it was because she'd interrupted some plan of his or because she'd seen an embarrassing collision, at the very least he had not taken anything. "She is fine," she told him. "You may go."
Dismissing him, she turned back to the blonde girl, quickly assessing her for signs of injury. No evidence of anything more than minor pain, she decided. That was good. "You must be alert. There are always dangers." Even when there wasn't a shadowy organisation out for you there were simple risks such as tripping over unexpected hazards on the sidewalk. It was possible to kill a person by making them drop hard enough to hit their head on a concrete surface.