Bryn spent the time standing, still as a statue. Not fidgeting, not breathing, only listening to what was going on down below. Neither man was dead, but they would spend some time in the hospital. She was waiting for the crowd to disperse, for faces, that would be looking, to leave.
She didn't move naturally until he did. It had kept her from making an offer that he'd slap down flat. And there had been a time where she would have propositioned him to pass the time. But those days were gone. Instead she crossed over and grabbed the bars for the ladder. "I have more self destructing to do, but I will walk you back." Make sure no one jumped him again. That had been partially her fault, but she had heard what they said before they started beating on him. So she only held on to part of the guilt.