From her perch overlooking the alley, Rose saw it all - the stalking of the blonde, the way she'd slammed her stalker up against the wall, and the deft threats she delivered to get him haring off like a scared rabbit. There was something viscerally satisfying about watching that. She'd seen too many jerks take advantage of too many girls who couldn't fight back, so it was always nice when someone did. Unfortunately, with that display of power, the blonde had probably frightened off Rose's quarry.
"Nice job," she called down as the blonde passed her. "Don't think anyone's gonna be causing trouble here now. Which is too bad for me."