These women couldn't afford to face the degradation of the patriarchal police, so at the sound of the sirens when they all looked to Tiger's Beautiful Daughter, she gave a minute nod that scattered them like shadows fleeing from the light. Tiger herself didn't move, just adjusting her balance to hold down the little' hero's cape while he strangled himself under it.
"What do you have to worry about? You didn't do anything wrong, did you?" she asked, her words each carefully pronounced through cracking lips but back to her warm flirtatiousness that couldn't be anything but condescending now. Without waiting for him to choke out an answer, Tiger graciously released the boy, stepping lightly into the snow. Her braid was thrown back over her shoulder as she looked towards the sound of the sirens, brow knit in annoyance at the piercing sound, before she all but disappeared.