The cops came and went, taking the filthy disruption with them. She wasn't sorry to see him go, the man reeked of body odor and alcohol. It was not a pretty combination. She smoothed a hand over her hair, displeased that her appearance was now wrinkled and disheveled. Her heart was thudding in her chest even though the danger had long since passed.
She could only imagine what her mother would say to her if she had been here to witness this. She would have been less than excited, quietly fretting and wringing her hands while chewing on her lip. Violence always distressed her mother. She never saw the necessity for it.
She gave Idris a glance. She supposed she should thank him for being there and assisting. She didn't thank him, though.