Kitt was a few yards behind Hattie, arms full of shopping bags, when he saw what was happening. His eyes widened first in surprise, then in shock, and then the bags were dropped to the ground, forgotten.
He didn't know whether to run towards Hattie, or run away. Watching the strange tattoos beginning to spread over her rapidly decided him.
Not only was he running away, as soon as he could manage it, he would be driving, at least until he could put enough distance between himself and what he had just seen happen to have some time to think.