Quickening her pace to walk with her, Cathy slipped an arm carefully, protectively around her friend, mindful to avoid hurting her further. "Who did this?" she questioned gently, mind already beginning to form scenarios. It was still daylight, which meant that it couldn't have been a member of the undead. However, if the person happened to be someone Mary Jane knew personally, Cathy decidedly had no reservations about showing off some of her new fighting moves. Or, at the very least, going with the girl if she chose to press charges.