"Hush yourself," Conn said sternly and reached behind the bar to pull out a clean cloth he ran under the tap. He glanced at the other guy -- Niles, she'd said. Which mean he was that fella Kara was dating. Or not dating. Whatever, let him call the cops. He wanted to deal with this. He dabbed carefully at the wound. "Better they got away than you shoot them in their fecking heads, love, and face THAT mess."