Okay yeah, not here in the street was probably a good idea, Kitty agreed. So she let John lead the way back to the house he'd claimed for himself, the knife staring Kitty in the face the whole way. That moment happened so quickly, she should have realized it the second he went for her that something was happening, she should have phased him without thinking about what he was doing, but she hadn't and he'd gotten a knife in the back for his trouble.
Like he said, his place wasn't far and before too long they were off the street and John was making joked as he asked her to pull the knife from his back. "I can't imagine it's fun," she agreed of his assessment at being literally stabbed in the back.
"Okay, this might feel a little weird," She warned, after she finally gave up her hold on the cart, relieved they'd made it back with all of this and the trip, not to mention John's injury, weren't for nothing. Her attention now on the knife and John, she pressed one hand to his shoulder to steady them both and with the other the took hold of the knife and then phased it, as she pulled back, removing it without having to drag it back out of the wound.
"We're probably going to need to clean this up too," She told him, "Have you managed to find any towels yet?" They were woefully unprepared for an injury like this, if they were back at the the school she'd have been able to treat him simply enough, it'd be something taken care of in minutes, but here it was all going to be a little more difficult. "Triage would be really useful right about now," She said with a sigh, thinking of the boy that was left back at home.