He laughed openly at the woman's statement. "So, you're a fan, too?"
Well, she didn't have to be a fan to note the resemblance, not necessarily. A face like Ron Perlman's was instantly recognizable and ultimately unforgettable. Probably about as unforgettable as this entire fiasco was going to be. The cops had hauled the man away from Idris' neighbor, squawking and yanking at his beard like a wild animal. He'd flung throaty obscenities around like they were going out of style, but Idris had merely watched it happen with a cool sort of amusement. He was far more interested in learning how exactly his neighbor had reacted so quickly to the situation. Self-defense classes, no doubt, but nonetheless she'd been amazing in action.
"That was pretty impressive on your part. Do you make a habit out of single-handedly defeating stray hobos?" Idris grinned, not caring so much if she answered him or not but that it simple had to be said. She'd done a fantastic job (while he, admittedly, had played the smaller, supportive role).